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Another Luimneach [ˈl̪imʲɨnʲəx] Ephen Stephen
I've not got a brother named Stephen,
He's under the snow crisp and ephen;
Like Wenceslas, he's dead;
I chopped off his daft head,
Cos he was too bloody bohemian!
Monday 30th May 2011 12:46 pm
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