->"Poppycocteau"
->So then I went to Liverpool,
->and got held up outside a
->nightclub by two merchant
->seamen who said:
->"give us your money or give
->us your trousers."
->And as I handed them my
->trousers...
->(Well, you've got to make the
->Most of Life, haven't you?)
-->'''[[TheSmiths Morrissey]]'''
-->''August/Winter Eighty-hate. ''

->Oh ye who go about saying unto each other, "Hello, sailor!":\\
Dost thou know the magnitude of thy sin before the gods?
-->'''Zork I'''
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