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**** the fens and all they hold (Which isn't very much). **** the lack of things to do– The emptiness and such. **** the loneliness I feel, And **** the people too! **** the lack of anything There is to be or do. **** the brown and muddy fields, And **** the constant rain. **** the price it costs escaping Here by bus or train. **** the way the nightlife ends At about 1 A.M **** anyone who disagrees (Especially **** them!). **** the lack of places It would be fun to be, And– since I'm now a part of it– I guess also **** me!
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May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
**** The Fens
**** the fens and all they hold (Which isn't very much). **** the lack of things to do– The emptiness and such. **** the loneliness I feel, And **** the people too! **** the lack of anything There is to be or do. **** the brown and muddy fields, And **** the constant rain. **** the price it costs escaping Here by bus or train. **** the way the nightlife ends At about 1 A.M **** anyone who disagrees (Especially **** them!). **** the lack of places It would be fun to be, And– since I'm now a part of it– I guess also **** me!
nigel-finn
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May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
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