J'accuse the authorities over the unhappy case of Mr. Dreyfus... oops, wrong time and place. J'accuse the football-games then... in this foul winter? Oops, again... I think I'm not perfectly balanced right now. You know us old guys...
But into reading now, erm... reminiscing about what has been said.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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