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Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
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Thursday, 16 December 2010

Handel's Zadoc the Priest

If I don't survive this cold then I want Handel played at my funeral! Oh and one bunch of white lillies and carnations, please.
Posted by Silja Swaby at 08:56 No comments:
Labels: cold, funeral, Handel, survive
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