Sorry? You were saying? Oh the weetabix, aye, whatever.
(Dekazer, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 9:35,
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The first two lines
bring back such happy memories.
(FlapjackI spay a little mare for you, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 9:37,
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the smell of incense
the sound of the choir practising the rough wool of father o'flaherty's cassock
(Dr. Shambolicje suis charlie, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 9:44,
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Father?
Is that you?
(FlapjackI spay a little mare for you, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 9:49,
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