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Nov 2017
We get our seniority
but
it's like bungalow priority,
you have to wait your turn.

I'd burn the flamin' lot of them
build houses fit for working men.

We are down there at the bottom of
the list
and they wonder why we're so *******

I think they're getting off
on poverty
it's
***** for high society.

I've seen 'em come and watched them go
it makes no odds to me,
I'm a poor old knackered Northerner
I don't get seniority
just a kick in the ***** from them
in the halls and the mansions on top
of the hills
but I thank my lucky stars
for the National Health and
its
wealth of pills that help me to
forget.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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