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Dec 2019
It swings, it dings, happiness it brings
None of us like it...really

Made of metal like a rusting kettle
None of us like it...really

It lifts me up like a winning cup
None of us like it...really

I’m hoist, I’m raised which isn’t my choice
None of us like it...really

A harness to aid, not afraid or paid
None of us like it...really
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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