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Date: 06 June 2003 12:53:04
Not dead, just bleeding. The leader of the breakfast club wanted a cutting from our buddleia, so I ventured into the garden this morning, armed with a craft knife. Unfortunately, I fled, a few moments later, back to the kitchen, trailing drops of blood, having cut my thumb. Daughter wasn't terribly sympathetic. A single stalk of buddleia was, however, triumphantly carried to the breakfast club as I delivered daughter.
I thought that it was standard practice in a copyright notice to indicate the period during which the work was created.