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Now with pleasantries out of the
way, meeting Gerry and the kids who are wonderful
I have to say.
Then there's Harry the hairy dog,
from whom I got my first English snog.
Friends came for dinner for me to meet,
these Brits put weird things in their mouths
convinced their having a treat.
If you have ever seen black pudding or sampled
Christmas pud, don't feel you have to go there but by god the
port was good.
"hic"
(oops more tea vicar)
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