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Jan 2021
They rolled her up in the rug,
And carted her off to the incinerator.
Nobody knew who she was,
But her needled skin looked like she had one last ride.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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   Imran Islam
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