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Parcels for the kids, the parcel bombs were |
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left in bins... They were singing hymns and |
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rattling tins. A hand stretched out and |
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caught him, knocked him through a window. |
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And they were fingering his coat, looking |
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for the price tag. Took his fags. Shook his |
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wallet. Stripped him of his shoes. Left him |
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naked - like a mannequin that's bleeding. |
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A weeping doll without a string to pull. |
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A shop assistant hauled him to the dump |
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with all the others. |
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Struck a match and up they went! |
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Only brave men make it in the jungle! |
