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Just say the following and you'll be burning holiday cottages in no time
tidy like
nice shoes them boots
who's coat is that jacket on the floor
you reading that paper you sat on
I went back to where I parked my bike and there it was, gone
I loves you I does, I buys you chips don't I
simple really.
Or:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Just say the following and you'll be burning holiday cottages in no time
tidy like
nice shoes them boots
who's coat is that jacket on the floor
you reading that paper you sat on
I went back to where I parked my bike and there it was, gone
I loves you I does, I buys you chips don't I
Just say the following and you'll be burning holiday cottages in no time
tidy like
nice shoes them boots
who's coat is that jacket on the floor
you reading that paper you sat on
I went back to where I parked my bike and there it was, gone
I loves you I does, I buys you chips don't I
simple really.
Don't just sit there standing, get a brush and do some hoovering.
If you tell me how many leeks are in the bag, I'll give you the pair of 'em.
See those two house on the 'ill, mine's the one in the middle!.
Who the heck in their right minds would want to learn Polish, with all that diabolical spelling? I'd sooner try and learn Welsh (and get about as far).
Anyone from Poland has the right to live and work in Britain.
Anyone who marries someone from Poland has the right to live and work in Britain.
Just say the following and you'll be burning holiday cottages in no time
tidy like
nice shoes them boots
who's coat is that jacket on the floor
you reading that paper you sat on
I went back to where I parked my bike and there it was, gone
I loves you I does, I buys you chips don't I
Who the heck in their right minds would want to learn Polish, with all that diabolical spelling? I'd sooner try and learn Welsh (and get about as far).
Anyone looking for a safe haven for contract work in the next few years.
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