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The only relics left are those long spangled seconds our school clock chipped out when you crossed the social hall and we found each other alive, by our glances never to accept our town's ways, torture for advancement, nor ever again be prisoners ...

We were challenged by The Dingoes — they're the pride of Squatter's Gap—To a friendly game of football on the flat by Devil's Trap
And we went along on horses, sworn to triumph in the game,
For the honour of Gyp's Diggings, and the glory...