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Citizens

by john-edward-smallshaw

There be no more a white chapel at Whitechapel nor a blind beggar to see that I saw, they've built up a city of concrete and steel, unreal for the real and there ain't nothing more. Bishopsgate waits for the next Bishop to come St. Paul is a mugger and carries a gun the crutched friars were tried and found guilty of heresy and at the bank where blasphemy rules they've fooled us all except for St Paul who makes a strategic withdrawal.
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Apr 10, 2017
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