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Oky-day. Here's a layout for all those Aussies. Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!
Hoy! Hoy! Hoy!
*cough* Minor cultural embarresment...
Anywho, this layout is self-scrolling. In otherwords, keep typing
and it comes up with a scrollbar, but it looks okay it you
rather convieniently (sp?) don't fully fill the box.
Please leave the URL to my page within the layout, or else have a
link to me so that others can find my page.
More text to fill the box up - the Lyrics for Bastard Son by
George. Very cool song...
...he said, 'Strip strip,' Shout it out. You've done me over now let me out. Your bastard son, bastard son,
bastard son of, son of you know who-o-o-o-oooo.
Running, frowning weaving, came from nothing.
Running, frowning weaving, came from nothing.
Well, have you ever known how it feels? No mother or father to
depend upon. Have you ever known how it feels to be alone in this world - all
alone.
...he said, 'Strip strip,' Shout it out. You've done me over now let me out. Your bastard son, bastard son,
bastard son of, son of you know who-o-o-o-oooo.
Running, frowning weaving, came from nothing.
Running, frowning weaving, came from nothing.
Well, have you ever known how it feels? No mother or father to
depend upon. Have you ever known how it feels to be alone in this world - all
alone.
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