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Great British Halls

. for public domain Hidden on bookshelves in Great British Halls, where one thing's another, or nothing at all, Truth is well written, but not spoken well widely, for few rarely read well. It takes time to read well, but who has the time, between work, sleep, and prayer, sips of Scotch or some wine? No mind, no mind. Truth will out. Barristers and Eggheads are always about, and we, adoze in our bed, to our comfort we are wed more than to our city and state. And if it all should crumble? Don't worry, it can wait.

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