'Sunday', wrote Mr Kipling, 'and I spied a nubile young boyscrumping in my back yard.'
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Sat 9 Jun 2007, 0:06,
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Oi! Kipling! No!
The Jamman I'm treading the boards and delivering the shite,
Sat 9 Jun 2007, 0:10,
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