Gather ye round, fellow Bad Girls.

Today is a sad day. A day of mourning.
Our group has been permanently deleted by Facebook.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message BGA Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

BGA was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

While we are sad, we must not let Mark Zuckerberg win. We aint leafin'. 

As you all may know, we have a backup group. 

YOUR FRIENDS CAN ADD YOU! 

IT IS NOT UP TO ADMIN!

ONLY MESSAGE ADMIN ABOUT GETTING YOU IN IF YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO OTHER WAY!

Lots of love, The BGAdmin team.