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There was a young man of Porthcawl who asked of himself -Is this all ? In his thoughts he obsessed on those guillotined French so he cut off his head with a chainsaw! Will it hurt when I bounce? he wondered thinking of gravity down to the quay As between kerb and cobble could start quite a wobble and you never know who you might see ! There's always one way to find out he decided to pull the magneto chord, and worked up some revs for the sharp blade to present himself to the Lord. Who would he meet on the way? he wondered deciding on all the folk who would see him; and perhaps some of those, he juxtaposed, between home and his hols in Port Meirion. He started off shocked at his progress with barely a chance to spin slow, 'til the tears in his eyes blurred the buildings and skies - Was that Claire leaning out of her window ? He passed the hotel doing thirty and by now he was really quite thirsty. "I'll have to slow down", then he thought with a frown his appearance was worse than