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(Takes a swig from can of John Smith's, adjusts flat cap and wipes chip grease from chin, whilst sat in his wellies in a pile of pigeon sh1t and whippet clippin's!) To a Yorkshire Hill Walker… It rained and it rained and rained and rained The average fall was well maintained And when the tracks were simply bogs It started raining cats and dogs After a drought of half an hour We had most refreshing shower And then the most curious thing of all A gentle rain began to fall Next day was also fairly dry Save for the deluge from the sky Which wetted the party to the skin And after that, the rain set in. With apologies to the poet who wrote this, 'cos it wasn't me!
__________________ I have come before you, O Son of Nut, O Prince of Eternity! I am a follower of Djehuty, rejoicing in all that he has done: he brought the sweet air for your nose, life and vigour to gladden your face and the North Wind that comes from Atum for your nostrils. |
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| LOL - yeah yer northen jessies ![]() |
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| lol Im gonna have to print that out. |
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