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Monday 07 June 2021
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St. Barry's Day
patron saint of door knobs

The Meaning Of Liff
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NEMPNETT THRUBWELL (n.)
The feeling experienced when driving off for the first time on a brand new motorbike.

I Never Knew That
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Sawney Beane, his wife, 8 sons, 6 daughters, and 32 grandchildren were a family of cannibals that lived in the caves near Galloway, Scotland in the early 17th Century. Although the total number is not known, it is believed they claimed over 50 victims per year. The entire family was taken by an army detachment to Edinburgh and executed, apparently without trial




Poem Of The Day
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In The Park
(Mike)

Oh, hark
at the lark
a-singing in the park.

Oh, joy
to the boy
out with his new toy.

He's finished his birthday trifle.
Now he's playing with his air rifle,
as through the park he walks
and seeks his quarry to stalk.

Like a gong
goes the song
of the lark among

the bushes,
while the thrushes
in their wisdom each hushes,

and alerted to his target,
like a cockney off to Margate
or even down to Brighton,
the boy's excitement heightens,

and "pop!" -
see it drop
from the tree top.

Now hark
at the barks
of the dogs in the park.

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