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Nov 2016
We're going
back down the *****
back to the days when
hope was the saviour
but hope will not save you
now.

They told me Brexit would fix it
but
now that we're hog tied
it looks like they lied.

So
this hill we must climb,
the one that we coated in
slime
is the pill we must swallow,
or we must
follow the oxy-acetylene
dream,

burn the bridges
and
learn to swim.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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