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Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary, Typing with a steady hand, To remedy the situation, Is this some maniacal intrusion? With fingers wet and trembling, I tried to catch the thing off-guard, Now in state of ghostly fear, So here's the morel of the story, Should you receive this age old war cry, I am the website administrator of the Wandle industrial museum (http://www.wandle.org). Established in 1983 by local people determined to ensure that the history of the valley was no longer neglected but enhanced awareness its heritage for the use and benefits of the community.
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