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shhhh!
shhhh!
It's oh so quiet......Is there a place where I can hide?Is it a rock?When all but storms prevail, is the thunder my love?I decided to eat cabbage, because I heard it tastes like honey- when false is truth, I'll pack my bags. Is there nowhere to hide? But.
That is the truth. There is no rock, and where there is no truth, I'll put my bags.
Sounds a bit like David Brent....Bugger!
posted by PA on Monday, January 26, 2004
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