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Apr 2022
Every young had a wonderful dream
to be the birdman of altacraz
And now with your friends by your side
you've reached maturity
And the songs you sing
are the ones before
By the station
your words were a summation
and our pockets were empty
Then you joined the money men
you had to have your belly full
until they picked your bones
as you count the carnage
unable to beat them
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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