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Through to the Bank then Northern line to get to Archway and some time for tea, a bite to eat, that special someone that I'll meet. A walk down to the resting place of Karl Marx, can't forget his face and other notables at peace in Highgate cemetery. Then to see the ballet, really? Yes indeed, a rare treat for these eyes to watch the 'sleeping beauty' rise and grace the stage. And home again to supper, crumpets on the open fire or grill A thrill a minute and I just grin and bear it. Sunday. you either wear it or it wears you down and London Town's a fashion shoot that shoots to **** you, thrill you, will you sit at peace with me in Highgate by the cemetery?
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
A day like this.
Through to the Bank then Northern line to get to Archway and some time for tea, a bite to eat, that special someone that I'll meet. A walk down to the resting place of Karl Marx, can't forget his face and other notables at peace in Highgate cemetery. Then to see the ballet, really? Yes indeed, a rare treat for these eyes to watch the 'sleeping beauty' rise and grace the stage. And home again to supper, crumpets on the open fire or grill A thrill a minute and I just grin and bear it. Sunday. you either wear it or it wears you down and London Town's a fashion shoot that shoots to **** you, thrill you, will you sit at peace with me in Highgate by the cemetery?
john-edward-smallshaw
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
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