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At the age of 86, following a lifetime of poaching in and around the beautiful countryside of the English Midlands, Doc Sausage finally decided to hang up his trusty snares and shotgun and turn his attention to the now pressing matter of his legacy. In terms both of heirs and creativity his life had been a woefully barren affair, and, while it was a little late to do anything much about the former, he now decided that the time had come to give expression to his innards in the form of a substantial artistic contribution to the zeitgeist. Subsequently, a torrent of his entrails has gushed forth, geyser-like, in a variety of strains, ditties, and popular lays.| |
