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Post by shirleymush on Feb 14, 2012 13:23:39 GMT
When we were at death's door, we were like an cherished, elderly relative hanging on for dear life. A malodorous and mad relative certainly, but a benign one nonetheless. Pompey are like a vicious neighbourhood dog who has savaged several children finally dying of rabies. This is not, of course, an impartial view, but I thought I'd share it anyway.
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