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Nov 2016
Oh Boy, I'm sick
Just a redneck hick
Be dead or be quick
Give me something I can lick.

How did we get here
Just another year
Killing it with beer
Living in false fear.

Wasting all your time
Should be a crime
Everyone lies and says they're fine
Just give me one more dime.

I'm not sure how
I'm feeling right now
There will never be a 'Wow'
When you hail from Slough.
Robert J Howard
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