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Once upon a time there was a dead man. Being dead for such a long time is closer to the bone than ending up at the end of the line. Here each word is a grave stony patch of legs chopped for winter fuel. No sell-by date to pass on, no mature cheese to uphold, no mock court of justice to defend. Here grey combines a matching colour of hope and see you an everlasting greeting. Hops varyfocal burps.