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AND A NICE CUP OF CHAR (Concrete) by Garrett S Sexton In Great Britain we eat roast dinners every day. The meat used is always
best beef, and everyone knows the queen.
In Great Britain it is always raining, espically on a bank holiday, when
the whole country trudges off to the seaside for the day.
In Great Britain we all talk about the war, drink real ale, and smoke
Benson and Hedges.
In Great Britain
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