The fiftieth sunny day before holocaust

Bread and butter is my bread and butter.
Toast and jam is what I am.
In my day I made great water in the ditches with salt in my boots.
My grand grandmother twice removed came over on the ark.
They spotted land at Dicks Point but ran aground at The Groin.

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