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Although it's not me, I have just remembered that BOTH of my wives have been troden on (at different times) by Stirling Moss the racing driver.
That's a pretty weird coincidence.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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