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OK then, here's the deal. The angel said we should turn left at Ludgvan church and we're nearing Ludgvan now. So, Mr. Angel, it's time to put up or shut up.
So far, so bad. Hey, how about a bit of divine inspiration?
"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord He's brought in casks of real ale and he's put them on the board This is an opportunity that can not be ignored And his beer goes marching on!" No wonder the pilgrims progressed this far. It might also explain why they couldn't walk straight. Real ale off the wood certainly sorts the men from the boys. OK, Sonic and Shaun, it's your round. |
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