Ritual (Those were The Days, My Friend) Off the playground slewing grit ever onwards in toe-capped troughs, face burning from thirty minutes righteous singing to end a day of plasticine and plimsoll whacks, towards sanct

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Date: 2014-03-20 02:50:27		Ritual (Those were The Days, My Friend) Off the playground slewing grit ever onwards in toe-capped troughs, face burning from thirty minutes righteous singing to end a day of plasticine and plimsoll whacks, towards sanct Add to Reading List Source URL: saveaswriters.co.uk Download Document from Source Website File Size: 40,12 KB Share Document on Facebook