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When I left university (1992) my father gave me a subscription to "New Scientist" so I could look up the job ads to get work.
He's kept renewing it ever since, and I keep reading it.
I buy myself "Mojo" at the supermarket most months.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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