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Help me dig this tough old plant roots all mats like a rasta's head flowers look alright I grant but it aims to dominate this bed Blooming with a pretty yellow don't remember by what name dig it up with me good fellow it's become a proper pain Strongest fork, in real deep coming out like rotten teeth every bit now, fossick down go to hell, what's this we've found? Clanking heavy rusty metal tumbles from the fork that my dear - now I could be wrong - looks rather like a blinkin' bomb! So I made the call local bobbies came look see took a photo, got i.d. then we made a cup of tea Call the bomb squad, you can never tell firing X-rays, diagnosis solid stable anti-aircraft shell that was it, they took it away the end of our unusual day
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
Unusual day
Help me dig this tough old plant roots all mats like a rasta's head flowers look alright I grant but it aims to dominate this bed Blooming with a pretty yellow don't remember by what name dig it up with me good fellow it's become a proper pain Strongest fork, in real deep coming out like rotten teeth every bit now, fossick down go to hell, what's this we've found? Clanking heavy rusty metal tumbles from the fork that my dear - now I could be wrong - looks rather like a blinkin' bomb! So I made the call local bobbies came look see took a photo, got i.d. then we made a cup of tea Call the bomb squad, you can never tell firing X-rays, diagnosis solid stable anti-aircraft shell that was it, they took it away the end of our unusual day
martin
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
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