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the clichélife is like a rollercoasterup and down it goes where you get off it nobody know'sscream if you wanna go fasterwalk at snails pacedont let work be your mastermore speed less hasteits not finished but hay prefered to type it then write it
nice Hadrian.. I have missed you.
they just wernt ready for me. scared they might be dazzled by my brilliance and over come with un-pious behavior.... or was it more to do with the fact i had a really bad west country accent with a lithsp
but never mind the fool would jest and i would carry on regard-lesscarry my heart upon my sleevebut for me they would never grieveand is i that live abroad they who live in same towntiss i with smile broadupon them i frown now