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Oct 2017
Stood in the line at a time when they should let me sit

Young people don't care a bit that I'm aged and careworn

It's dawn or thereabouts and the roundabouts are turning
the wheels are spinning
and the underground system is thinking of twinning with a sardine factory in Sarawak,
that may or may not be true but I do know it would not be my first choice to come and go on this antiquated service.

If there's a god and he gave us wings
why can't I fly ?

I think i'll be down here until the day that I die and then I'll be down here some more.

I refuse to mind the closing doors,
or
watch my P's and Q's
I absolutely refuse and then I do what they tell me
because I am a product of my environment
put upon by this government
stood here as a monument
to all that has gone before

mind the doors?

**** orf.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Rose, Weeping willow and Imran Islam
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