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and Pocket-lining Prose

Monday, 20 September 2010

Interlude

Just a story my niece told me. She's four.



This is her on the same day as the recording...Actually, I was playing her The Smiths in the car the other day and when it came to Big Mouth Strikes Again, she told me to turn the sound up...
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