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cheers let rip, the punters waved their counterfeits, seeking a little scribble for their time; the spectacle ensnares, pork-pie hats throwing hands in the air spelling out victory with a pair of cleft fingers.
does this concern my sunshine.
it's creeping down the bleachers, and hiding in the hot-dogs, & waiting in the changing rooms for me; it's sponsored by the nations favourite brands, and it remonstrates my every attempt and carries me back kicking and screaming.
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