I can just see you as a kid running after the town crier to hear the daily news . . .
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Hear ye, hear ye, smithy dies in the shire of Plosion after mixing charcoal and sulphur next to the foundry furnace, new word needed for the calamitous disaster, his lordship the Earl of Plosion suggests it be called an explosion in honour of the smithy most of whom cannot be found.
Bionic eye aye