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Little bastard, every generation, every town Has a little bastard   A window smasher, a bacon rasher Fed on crisp and Choco wafer   Mother never kissed it better Nan never nit him a sweater Dad left for her majesties pleasure Alone at home alone at leisure   Bored little...

Welcome to Stars Rite News — let’s catch up!If you look at the top bar, you’ll see the Stars Rite advertisement. We’ve been playing around with ways to bring more writers onto the site—new voices, different writing styles, and...