It was in 96, in Virginia Water, overflowing with faith,
we worked with him, he was a gentleman, a friend, a
companion, his sense of humor lightened the heart,
He taught us that although beginners, we were the best, we were the singers And in that notebook, he always wrote, what would it be? What deep mystery would he reveal, what brilliant thought, through his pen would be born. Curious and intrigued, we wondered, what secret keys, what revelations, how unspeakable. >appreciations, there would be in the notebook,
one day he forgot his notebook on the table, and eager for wisdom,
we spied on its pages,
and before our eyes the truth was revealed
Milk, bread, tomato, eggs, cheese and chocolate, oranges, pears and oatmeal, this is the truth, it is the real truth, go pick up the children, pick up the vacuum cleaner, unplug the >bike, bake a can of delicious cookies

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