Our Falmer.
To Hart, in heaven,
Hallowed be thy game.
Why did Kitson come?
From noon until half eleven.
Give us a home, not a tin shed.
And forgive us our messy passes as we forgive those who make messy passes against us.
Leaders' hot administration delivered us from evil.
For ever and ever. Amen.
-Attila the Stockbroker, Victoria Road, Southwick
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