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"shazzbat" writes:
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| Cambridge is still getting regular frosts, and the ground is as cold
| as a witch's, er, perhaps I had better not say.
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| Go on, say it. We're gardeners, our world is dominated by the endlessly
| repeating cycles of life and death and sex and shit. There's no point in
| being coy.

Don't you know the well-known expression?


Regards,
Nick Maclaren.