| Hugh's Poem. Hugh: Underneath the bellied skies, Where dust and rain find space to fall, To fall and lie and change again, Without a care or mind at all For art and life and things above; In that, there, look just there, No right left up down past or future, We have but ourselves to fear. Stephen: Hugh, you chose that poem. For God's sake why? *** (A Bit Of Fry and Laurie) |
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