A bard on the wire, a voice in the wilderness, a home page for exiles trying to get home. Everybody is an exile. Maybe artists just realise it. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free."
In this much as muchness second division, Let's consider our position, Near the end of a season of seeking promotion We're finally safe from relegation
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