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It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy now -
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there's dose and rose and lose -
Just look them up - and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart -
Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five!Colonel Vogel : What does the diary tell you that it doesn't tell us?
Professor Henry Jones : It tells me, that goose-stepping morons like yourself should try *reading* books instead of *burning* them! -
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That one's good!Originally posted by Billy Jingo View PostNot where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy nowComment
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It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy nowComment
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Great. Now Doc wants one.Originally posted by Adam View Post
"Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."Comment
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