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When I Was A Child I Wanted To Be Pope. My Greatest Disappointment Is Missing Out On That. I Also Wanted To Be A Tap Dancer But I Never Fulfilled That Ambition Either.

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When I Was A

Peter Ackroyd

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When I Was A Child I Wanted To Be Pope. My Greatest Disappointment Is Missing Out On That. I Also Wanted To Be A Tap Dancer But I Never Fulfilled That Ambition Either.

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