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Jun 2016
Compact and bijou
walls you can see through
jerry built
one more tilt
game over.

They're putting up slums and calling them palaces,
where Christopher's robbing
the girls and Alice ain't there

she's sharing some swanky
with some hanky panky
and no will thank me for
telling them that.

The word on the street is that
Camera's can see it all
and nobody out there recalls
nineteen eighty four.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   LB Parker
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