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They don't grow them like they used to.
Beards that is. In the olden days, when they used to pan for
gold, sometimes it would be November when they would dig out spongy chunks of
last year's Christmas cake, they were that thick.
But my beard is a reptile beard - all cold and spiky and
growing out of the wrong places - down my sides and all down my hind legs.
I may not be a pretty boy, but I can give as good as I
get.
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TM
