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Apr 2018
Thrown on the scrap heap
before they've even begun,

What has this world come to?
What will the young do?

They can always pick through the scrap
there must be a living in that!

At the top of the tree where
the easy live free on the backs
of those far down below
they **** on the young
and
of course it's great fun
for those kind of folk.

It's
no joke for the young though who
know that one day with a choke hold
they'll
strangle the roots of the tree.

for now the easy live free but
when now becomes then
we'll see
how easy free is.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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