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Cheeky Chap
Never mind the wounded,
Never mind the dead;
Shake hands with the cheeky chap
And pat his shiny head.
Never mind the blood
That’s dripping from his hands;
Kneel right down and grovel
In front of where he stands.
The cheeky chap is on a roll;
The BRICs are dancing to his tune.
A warrant waits for his arrest,
But might as well be on the moon:
For t...
Thursday 24th October 2024 7:12 am
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