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I drive past Uckfield from time to time, and it always amuses me that the raodsign over the River Uck is shaped so as to leave no spare room around the words to allow an "F" to be added.
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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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