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Great British weather.
Water water everywhere. We will all need boats to get here and there. We put on coats and waterproof macs. Get down the road and the Sun comes back. The weather doesn't know what to do. Confuses the hell out of me and you. Predicting the weather is one heck of a lark. If it continues to rain. I might just build an ark. Well this is Great Britain,land of hope and glory. Will the Sun come out tomorrow. Well that's another story.
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Great British weather.
Great British weather.
