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STuFF and Mutterings:

Finders of 4 million yen don’t want the ‘creepy’ cash

India’s lost girls

National pub ban for Wakefield man

The Japanese completely arse up The Two Towers

Vatican gives two thumbs up to ‘Potter’. “Witchcraft is sooo cool,” says Pope

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven (Rupert Brooke) 1914

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