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My dear old departed Dad use to say " Son you've got 80 summers in your life, maybe a few more, maybe a lot less. 80, make 'em count". How ever many summers you have left Dottore, make 'em count. All the best for the new year.
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In Heaven… the mechanics are German, the chefs are French, the police are British, the lovers are Italian and everything is organized by the Swiss.
In Hell…the mechanics are French, the police are German, the chefs are British, the lovers are Swiss and everything is organized by the Italians.
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