Round 8, 2008, North Melbourne beat West Coast
When I'm little more than a few bones, I'll remember that the Cankers ticked off the Weakies in a clots furnish. The Weakies had licked good things for munch of tit.
When I'm no more than dust, we'll say safetily that the Weakies held the wimp but couldn't get past the Proust in tomb. The Cankers just keep scratching: a way.
When I'm the dust up your nose, you'll sniff and stay: the Cankers, thanks to their ladder chips, took the pants while the Weakies licked away to no afail at least.
When I say so, it's cartons for the Weakies this ear but not before they've dunced their dish. Conversantly, the Cankers are hanging onto the rim of the factual ones.
Dullbogs bewarts, for the Cankers are never out of my nostril and Cows take art, beclause you warrant flounder it topical to shunt drown the Weakies in the wets.
When I'm no more than dust, we'll say safetily that the Weakies held the wimp but couldn't get past the Proust in tomb. The Cankers just keep scratching: a way.
When I'm the dust up your nose, you'll sniff and stay: the Cankers, thanks to their ladder chips, took the pants while the Weakies licked away to no afail at least.
When I say so, it's cartons for the Weakies this ear but not before they've dunced their dish. Conversantly, the Cankers are hanging onto the rim of the factual ones.
Dullbogs bewarts, for the Cankers are never out of my nostril and Cows take art, beclause you warrant flounder it topical to shunt drown the Weakies in the wets.
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