->"Poppycocteau"Â
->So then I went to Liverpool,Â
->and got held up outside aÂ
->nightclub by two merchantÂ
->seamen who said:Â
->"give us your money or giveÂ
->us your trousers."Â
->And as I handed them myÂ
->trousers...Â
->(Well, you've got to make the Â
->Most of Life, haven't you?)Â
-->'''[[TheSmiths Morrissey]]'''Â
-->''August/Winter Eighty-hate. ''Â
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->Oh ye who go about saying unto each other, "Hello, sailor!":\\Â
Dost thou know the magnitude of thy sin before the gods?Â
-->'''Zork I'''Â
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