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Get to fuck.
Anyone who votes for any of the major parties is a fucking idiot.
Protest vote, spoil ballot, or go home.
With that said, clearly, the Tories don't want to win and Sunak's pledge to pull everyone's kids into national...
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Thjey are Play-Gays.. I mean REAL GAYS
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It’s also worth pointing out that if you ignore the blatant media racism towards her, she may not be someone fit for high office but she’s a very good constituency MP and if you listen to her speeches she talks a lot of sense on many subjects.
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It's a warning. The heart is misshapen so it means eating these crisps could be bad for your heart health.
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I still use that expression. In fact I use quite a few colloquialisms.
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Do you think black people can't be right wing and racist? Have you heard of Suella Braverman, Priti Patel, Rishi Sunak and Kemi Badenoch? And I'm missing half of them out!
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Maybe if Scrot had said "Yes, Yes, Yes" Breathlessly we might think he was in a romantic liaison with Maggie Thatcher.
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The ONLY time that no no no has ever been cool.
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What's a tantrum if it's not a statement?
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Maybe if Scrot had said "Yes, Yes, Yes" Breathlessly we might think he was in a romantic liaison with Maggie Thatcher.
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in a packet of crisps!
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Just Beyond The Sunset David Harris Just beyond the sunset Someone waits for me Just beyond the sunset Lies my destiny Where the purple mountains Lie in deep tranquillity There I’ll find the treasure Of love eternally Just beyond the sunset...
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Lawrence Hiung Sunrise, Sunset O Sun, When you rise, It’s morning dawn. When you set, It’s evening dusk. O Sun, Seeing your beauty lighting Shining on landscape from dawn Shining on seascape from dusk It comes from dawn to dusk. O Sun, rise from...
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Sunrise And Sunset The warmth of the sun first caresses my face. Quietly and without reserve I can feel its embrace. I can hear the birds greeting each other in the trees I can sense subtle yet intense buzzing of the bees. I treasure the purity a...
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I still use that expression. In fact I use quite a few colloquialisms.
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Life hanging in broken limbs by Mark Van Loan the full moon has set light from the east begins to glow creeps across the horizon shifting from darkness to dark blue pale light blue to crowning light pink and gold streaks of striated beauty pine...
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I'll tell you how the Sun rose by Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time – The Steeples swam in Amethyst – The news, like Squirrels, ran – The Hills untied their Bonnets – The Bobolinks – begun – Then I said softly...
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Sunrise, Sunset
by Jerry Brock
Is this the little girl I carried,
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older, when did they?
When did she get to be a beauty,
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday...
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I, in the membership of my Days by Richard Harris. I in the membership of my days stand outside the farthest heartbeat of my nearest member cracking in love breaking beyond my point seeing the stones in my heart part my waters without end shading...
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Guilty. I still say "you daft ha'porth". And I also say, when giving an opinion, "well, that's my twopennorth". I blame it on the fact that I am extremely ancient myself, and my parents were old when I was born. My dad was born in 1910.
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Here she is with Jeremy Corbyn in the 1980s.
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She’s been around a long time, I can recall pictures of her as quite a slim woman.
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Sunrise, Sunset
by Jerry Brock
Is this the little girl I carried,
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older, when did they?
When did she get to be a beauty,
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday...
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Dangerously close to the truth.
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The water company apologised and said they usually only taint the water with human faeces, and not cow shit.
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