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Christmas Message
You write for royal occassions, dear,
Tell rich folk what they want to hear;
That our soldiers do not die
For oil or US apple pie,
Uranium or Caspian gas;
That come what may, you'll kiss their arse;
That soldier boys and girls don't kill,
So that the rich can have more still.
Saturday 2nd January 2010 2:43 pm
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