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28-06-1914
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ABANDONED
About Tomorrow
ABSURB
Acceptance
ACCESSORY
ACROSS THE LINE
ADVERSITY OF VANITY
AIMLESS
ALTERNATIVE BELFAST
AMERICAN DIPLOMACY
AND ALL THAT THERE
AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN
ANGELS
ANGELS CARING
ANGELS FALLING
ANNOYING SUCKER
ANYONE
AN INOFFENSIVE MAN
ART OF LIFE
ASKING A QUESTION
ASSUMPTION
AS WE CHOOSE
ATOMIC NUMBER (6}
ATTEN--SHUN
AUSSIE MAID
AUSTRALIA
AUTHORIZED
AUTUMN DRUMLINS
AVARICE
AWAKENING
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SCRUNCHING SWEETS
Stop, will he never stop?
Stop what? Scrunching
ALL he ever does is munch.
Scrunch, and crunch those sweets.
Wheezing and sucking. I’ll kill him!
Who! What do you mean? Who? -Him
Who’s him? That eejit a sucking, and
Scrunching. I’ll bloody kill him.
Don’t let him annoy you. Wot, you a saint?
Swing for the git. Him and his munching.
Listen, he’s choking.
Great maybe the git'll choke to death.
Let’s look at this calmly.
That hatchet is not what calm is all about.
I know, but it will stop his crunching.
No head, no munching or a grunting.
Let me do it.
Cut his head of and kick it outside.
Let him annoy the people OUT THERE.
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ANNOYING SUCKER
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