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Willy Schoppe posted on June 22, 2008 15:57

"When shall we win again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly-burly’s done,
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with them who seethe?
I come, Graymalkin!
Paddock calls.
Anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air."
[Loosely after WS]
No witches, no witch craft, just some Devilz, plenty of Samba and Eagles, escaping with the spoils.
Zdravstvuyte Tavarish; how good is this ENGLISH football team? Click through for some musings.
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