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May 01st 2008 print

John Whitworth

Gorgeous George

Standing under the light you were, your hair plastered flat on your head,
Standing there plain in the rain, and looking far from well.
Says I, “It’s good to see you, George. I thought you were bloody dead.”
Says you, “How true, but how can you bloody tell?”