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Mother Britannia had been sturring the pot,Watching the Stew very Meticulously, her stomach was swollen and up right She knew Any day now her child would be born. She Waited for the erratic Kicks from inside her own womb as the fetus Biased the right side and the tiny kicks fluttered. "Dinner Time!" Albion Called Wales was the first to walk into the doors his timid steps woddled over to his mother and wrapping his arms around her belly. He was gingerly of the child inside his mother and made a sheepish smile as he relinquish and ran to the dinner table As his dark fluttering hair waved from side to side. Ireland was sopping wet wringging