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May 2021
we're strapped in our places
as roller-coaster races,
the ride has begun,
with driver none,
we're hurtling along,
our trust in man strong,
we believe the merry song,
choo-choo, ding-****,
but our faith though strong,
is blind and wrong
we're diving headlong
in last furlong
so sing swan-song
farewell! so long!
Written by
David R  UK
(UK)   
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