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When Bill, The Bastard, ate bread
The rocky shore became
A brick thrown from the sea By A. B. Nuttall Sep 10, 1998 She She She... I wanted to write poems today,
It's so selfish, I know... By A. B. Nuttall Aug 26, 1998 I am not man enough There are times when a young man or an old man are accused of not being a man.