Oh lordy . . . what can I say, but this says it all. Here's a Golden B.L.O.B. for this whimsical whiz....ardry: My crowd felt at home behind one ancient hall, In the yard of a Sergeant named Andy He was glad to support us, boobs, peckers and all Said he liked art that made him feel randy! So there we would gather, and there we would live Just awaiting the freedom the darkness would give Why the thought of it now makes me stand like a shiv, Life was good in that liberal garden! 'Nuff said. -- Áine
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