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His captors called him Wriggly Bigley because he squealed and struggled like a naughty piglet
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| #You put your left hand in,# | |
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But now we celebrate his death every afternoon with sherry and child perverts
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| #Saw off his greedy little head and teach him what a war zone is all about# | |
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