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Thaz bin teld

Thee overthier sed whet? Put pint darn, spek thou tripe! Thou must oo-n thy own thoughts Went aside thou harse tuther day Heard waling tuther side thy do-or. Arrghh, tis whet thee sed? Nowt! Eeeh, but sed nowt that’ll change mi mind! Went to fieght too much thou does thee! Feight, I’ll feight thi! Lay-off thou lass thy will. Nippers too anall, Ere owt else thy-arr#do, I’ll meet thee an’ theell know wiv met! Theell know alreet thy will laughing tuther seed heed thyll be! Cocky little sh#te!

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Date: 1/6/2024 12:55:00 PM
And I just happened to hit on this one..'
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Date: 12/8/2023 5:50:00 AM
Interesting. I don't have a Yorkshire accent, but spent my first 20 or so years living there, having been born in Doncaster (now a city). Nice to read this one, me old mucker, me old mate.
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A Yorkshire Poet
Date: 12/9/2023 3:31:00 AM
Hi Andrew. I’m glad thee liked it. Sithie later.
Date: 11/23/2023 11:19:00 AM
This spaghetti tangle of words picked my interest. Still the question remains, "was there a fight?" Enjoyable. For myself, gamin yam.
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Date: 11/23/2023 12:43:00 PM
Just the threat that if he picked on someone who could fight back - he’d be toast. Thanks.

Book: Shattered Sighs