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rev.butech will be speaking on behalf of ‘the church of christ without christ but coffee instead’ at hyde park corner (sunday 3rd may 1998) on the subject of the new found scientific/medical discoveries that use coffee as their base and the consequences of this limiting available resources to general users within the public.

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