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a bet syd reet naa, would give er reet arm to be strolling thro borsdane wood.feeling the frosty and hory grass underfoot.sensing the frost in er nostrils....heat waves are oreet in small doses,fer me theres nowt like a force eight gale full in ye race....if that aint the mekkins of a peaches an cream complexion, then a dont know what is.
keep them ice packs on thi ee-ad syd.an dont fergit thi si through frock.