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Dawn broke upon the Dead Battery Farm like the water of a great pregnant yak. |
and morning means but one thing....Bloodies at the Horshoe Bar! |
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and toast the triumph of Hope over Experience, with a glass of the ol' medicine and some of the Battery Farm's famous anti-continental breakfast. |
and it also means it's time to punch in.... |
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