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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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The Potters and the Kentish Men found all their cares had flown
And not just that, it seemed that several other things had grown
For hops, it seemed, grew everywhere, even in his garden
From these he brewed some dreadful stuff and sent it to Bin Laden.
To his flat in Abbottabad the package was delivered
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