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