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England Expects Every Man To Do Her Doody.
Bought my first house.
Had built a lovely galleon about 15 years back.
Moved and made trips everywhere.
Survived the trip round the horn.
Full rigged, full sail. Berthed on a fine plank O clear birch, varni'.
Windy early summer's day and...
She took a trip orf the top shelf, bound for history!
Nelson!
Avert thine eyes!
(it was time for her to go - there was poetry that day, but is banned from this august
pr'ceedin')
Shame about the Fee, Craig.
Drat and also, F***, to
that.
ouch.
yikes.
Lost a Blue Max Barker early 6313 last year to ack-ack.
Biplane to monoplane in an instant. Brass struts flew as did one's own spirit.
Hun barstids..