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To Great Britain Flown

You'll shudder at the sight of the stone! A massive boulder, still it was thrown, Steven hitting forcing out a groan, As though to pieces he had just been blown! Steven to Great Britain has been flown His hospital bill their Union's loan; Pains from bruised scalp continually grown, Damage suspected to cranial bone... Not much about attacker is known; He's amusedly called on the phone, For apologies in wretch's tone. So, what has pale dying Steven done, Attackers play - acting not real fun?.

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