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Days of RestOn the day Diana died, I helped my mate lay down some flooring. In our fag breaks, we watched the ensuing Events on TV. We saw the coffin being delivered. On the day they found Saddam Hussain in his bunker, I helped another mate paint his cellar. We joked about how it could be an underground sex chamber, As we listened to the Christmas No.1 contenders. So if you’d like to see Tony Blair RIP, Or some other gruesome leader die, Invite me round one Sunday, And we can do some DIY. |
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