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The summer's rain starts smashing down, Battering the seasoned ships. It wouldn't quite be an Irish town Without some sodden fish and chips.
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Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
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The summer's rain starts smashing down, Battering the seasoned ships. It wouldn't quite be an Irish town Without some sodden fish and chips.
thomas-newlove
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Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
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