To quote a dead Italian

Midway this life we're bound upon,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
Where the right road was wholly lost and gone.
There's just no getting away from it any more. No mere dilemma in deciding which path to take: the choices, if choices there are, are lost in the fog.
How did I come to stray so far?
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Nowhere near as smelly as you might think. I'm afraid that, as there is a fiddle involved, DMs and dreads notwithstanding, dancing to the Levellers is on a par with Being Enamoured of Jethro Tull.
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*hides Clannad LPs from youth*
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And I wondered why I got bullied at school.
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I rest my case!
However, one of my best friends,
*giggle*
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