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Quixote's Windmills
I got out of bed every Sunday morning,
Old as I was; ate a full English breakfast,
Followed by porridge, I was ready for storming
those bastards on the Parish church doorsteps,
The Quakers, Wee Frees, the Muslims n' Jews,
Non-Conformists, Joves Witnesses united as one.
All preaching and pleading;
"don't sit in those pews",
You really don't want to be sitting in here,
G...
Friday 9th December 2022 2:16 pm
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