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hope they buried the fucker with his cane

i think he had quite an affection for my right hand

Your thinking of Charlton he gave me 6 three times over two days.
I'm thinking of Mr Tynemouth, remember he had a heart attack in the bogs after the teacher v pupils football match
 
happened again this morning

Spoils the bloody holiday really.
Your thinking of Charlton he gave me 6 three times over two days.
I'm thinking of Mr Tynemouth, remember he had a heart attack in the bogs after the teacher v pupils football match

i went around to see him at his house sunderland road after the heart attack

bastard still give me a grade 2 in english literature

unbelievably i got a grade 1 in english language

but 30 years of living in the colonies takes it out of you

probably all the gin and tonics
 
happened again this morning

Spoils the bloody holiday really.


i went around to see him at his house sunderland road after the heart attack

bastard still give me a grade 2 in english literature

unbelievably i got a grade 1 in english language

but 30 years of living in the colonies takes it out of you

probably all the gin and tonics

The line spacing of that comes across as a very melancholic poem.
 

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