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Jun 2017
The gate keeper
Has lost her key
Hey ** what will,
Will be.
Me and you
We all live on
I don't give a ****
If they get it all wrong,
The rich are the powerful,
Manipulate with twisted tongue.
Joe public are always hung
Dance to a tune for at least
Four years
Oh deary me oh dear dear dear
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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   Antony Ros
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