Sometimes I wander down memory lane; Some things spring to mind straight away; Sex in the previouis century Is more vivid than poetry today. I remember Helen; and Julie was fun, And evenings with Evelyn were ace; But Shakespeare and Milton and Wordsworth and Donne? Disappeared for ever; no trace. Who here has been rendered
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No Comments » WEET-BIX CRUNCH 4 crushed weet-bix 1 cup brown sugar 1 1/2 cups coconut 1 1/2 cups sifted self-raising flour 1/2 teaspoon salt 8 ozs margarine Mix all dry ingredients, add melted margarine, mix then put into biscuit tray. Spread evenly. Bake 15 – 20 minutes till brown at 220 Electric Oven. ICING Mix 2 cups
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So we are drawing neigh to close. The year most gone. In our time ripose. A perchance pregnant poignant reflection. So thought of the next oncoming year. It approaches ever on. Consulted by unknown seer. Her reply in unknown song. So gander yonder past the future mists. This too will reproduction. With many a peer. Onwards now
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