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Nov 2015
Let me try,

oil's running dry and yet you're gassing to me about mass immigration and the lack of community,
The desert's expanding, the ocean's contracting, we're backed into corners and you think we're all acting in some soap on TV and you gas to me about oil.
There's a change in the climate, is it warming or cooling and who's fooling who here?
More tax on the beer, an erosion on freedom and the right to a voice, they're taking away choice and you gas to me about mass immigration,
you give me a serious case of indigestion, my question to you is what are you going to do about it?
sit on your fat **** and whine?
tell me one more time about immigration, about the masses and  your speculation that the end is nigh and I'll tell you why you're a ****.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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