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Oh dear. It seems the collapse of Pauline Fowler into freshly fallen snow has escaped my earlier Christmas chronicle. The winter had the same effect on the little swallow who fell dead at the feet of The Happy Prince. What's wrong with these birds ?
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The birds are out to get us. They're all out to get us, I tell you. I think we should hide and pull tarpaulin over our heads.
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