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Feb 2017
They've sent me on a course,
of course
they've sent me on a course

They're feeding me the need to learn,
tastes just like egg and beans.

they have the means to do it and to
force me on the course and so
I'll do the course
of course I will.

Euston has so many lines to pick and then
to choose from,
to go to or to come back from and
I'm stood here looking like a plum
that's dropped down from the tree,

the station attendant smiles and asks me,
"do you need any help sir?"
I swear
she thinks I'm senile.

They're sending me on a course and of course
I know where I have to go:
went on a course today, could you tell?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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