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Sunday 17 March 2019
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Bog Day

The Meaning Of Liff
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BURNT YATES (pl. n.)
Condition to which yates (q.v.) will suddenly pass without any apparent interviewing period, after the spirit of the throckmorton (q.v.) has finally been summoned by incessant throcking (q.v.)

I Never Knew That
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The reason why golf balls have dimples on them is because it helps in the ball to move a farther distance by reducing drag




Poem Of The Day
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Hum Bad Ripple Wrappers
(Kate)

Luscious raspberry standard challengers 
That challenged their way 
Through the Milky Way 
And ended up 
. . . where?

So to the sacred chair 
Where the frog wears a red cloth 
And the unicorn smiles 
And surrounded by ice cream 
And crocodiles. 
And a bell rings 
Time for tea. 
It will take me until quarter to three. 
How I love to be by the sea. 

And now as the ground rumbles 
And a newt tips his straw feathered hat 
And my chair creaks 
And I feel like a wanton cleft. 
My cheek concords into draftsmen 
And my flowers go spongy. 

Hail the magnificent ancient Lord 
Of the Stekkipekkiwimpledrigsters. 
And may you never be hit by low-flying aircraft. 


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