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Alright Calamity, brace yourself...!!!

time now, to turn oot the pockets, of yer
flarey old Levis. To turf oot yer pen-knife,
an' yon ooze covered apple-core. Get shot of
that minging old crumpled hanky and shards
of blue stone. Chuck it all on the
mantle piece, leave it behind.
Hopefully then, by the morrow,
yel' wake up, an'
no' be of yer heid
or totally mental, anymare!!!