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Jul 2013
No, there is nothing quite like

the unadulterated scenes of politicians

as they scream,

like children, when lightning flashes.

Playground politics rule

our great nations!

Beware of pickpockets, in our city streets

dark and bleak

no smile shines here,

why have hope when the trade off is fear?

Don’t get me wrong, not everyone is mean

How should i put it…

Some are just keen?

So steal from the rich to give to the poor

refuse to accept

that new passed law

offering free ice-cream, in the House of Commons

be sure to read the sign:

We don’t serve commoners.
Fah
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Fah  Nomad
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