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Oh for fucks sake
Clearly a wind up.....he's actually in my garden shed. He's been living there with a glamourous gnome alone for some time now.
It's true. He's shown me his tattoo.
Why is this being taken seriously?
No not my story. My story is actually true. T'other one.
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"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more," - Byron
'I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.' (from Sea Fever - John Masefield)
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all" - Emily Dickinson
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