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Originally Posted by Mary Poppins
My Dearest Master Cricket, If you insist on administrating inflammatory remarks like that, I shall simply have no choice but to put you over my knee and give you a taste of the hairbrush !
Do not tempt me, child.
Yours Faithfully
M. P.
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Winds in the east, mist coming in,
Like somethin' is brewin' and bout to begin.
Can't put me finger on what lies in store,
But I fear what's to happen all happened before...
