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Letter to the Editor of the Sun (Is that a Newspaper?)
My dearest darling Jeremy Clarkson,
I love you too,
I love you on a “cellular” level,
On a brain-cellular level that is,
Not much to love, is there?
Unlike you, I don’t lie in bed at night “grinding my teeth”,
Because I have a healthy, vigorous sex life,
Well, I’ve got a life!
And I wouldn’t dream of having you “paraded naked” through the streets,
No,...
Wednesday 21st December 2022 11:12 pm
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