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"Have you given thanks for the Glorious Sunshine that heralds forth the birth of another day" Oh Yes! the fog as thick as pea soup, mist heavy like rain, and water all frozen and you are going to wash, Sunshine, Yes, Thats what I and all the rest want, not all this drivelling rot, about religion, half of the crowd are balmy with it, one joint handed me the whisper, in a beautiful, " Im one of the chosen tone" of voice that it must be awful to kill a

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