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Well here
at last arrived on time, a
little
jet lagged but feeling so fine.
Rushed
through customs can't be late, can't let
down my waiting English mate.
To
recognize each other I remembered what Chris said, and
placed
this silly Christmas hat on my head.
While
I wandered round this big ole place, couldn't
find any English let alone a friendly face.
So this
lonely Yankee wench, went and
found herself an empty bench.
Fell asleep
after sometime, not
noticing that bloody sign.
But
was she
really there that late? cos some
git took a photo of me in this state.
Oh well
nothing for it I suppose, my revenge
was sweet, a smack on the nose
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