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Jun 2020
I had no shoes
Just Hand me down pants
Not a pair of trainers in sight,
Food was scarce
Boredom was rife
It was freezing cold at night.
Don't insult me by saying
I was under privileged .
Tv was a pleasant dream
Not a dazzling 60inch screen
Not much contact, oh we did moan
we did not idle on ones  mobile phones
Please mr bbc do not say we were poor
We were not rotten to the privileged core.
Everybody's so sorry for the ******* past
Everybody,s trying to be right
Take your head from up your ****
I'm not interested in your plight.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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