they were the niciest folx i could tell but dangnapperit
id was not loosing floorward
that is when the religionists came stroppering to my door this maori morning
my anzac instincts said do not opener the doo
and yes it was just folk trying to get me to belief in what they sadly do not themselves fully belief because my beleifs in abstinence from the sauce the brew the wino and the winette it hurted me
but this preachering they don't have the ummmph that the meetings of addicts does
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