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Can You Smell Smoke

The sparklers crackle as they sparkle and rockets light up the the sky but, as the Catherine wheel is spinning, who thinks of the guy who took his politics to Parliament, along with barrels of dynamite, was then caught then executed when the fuses failed to ignite. No cracker jacks for Mr Fawkes, a subversive type of bloke, who when his plans were tested, watched them go up in smoke. so as you munch on hot chestnuts, please recall his fate and light the touch paper of your own views before it's too late. 11/05/16

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