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That was our wedding day.
We laughed about it then.
They call it Mischief Night
With dry Yorkshire humour.
Garden gnomes held hostage.
Tyrants condemned to hang.
Girls and boys come out to play.
Killers stalk them through the mist
Thanks to Social Services.
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