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Jun 2023
We are at the place where parcels go
when the drivers couldn't be arsed enough to deliver and just shove a card in your letterbox to let you know that you were out,

well if I was out
I'd fukin know it
but I was in
and they never
came a knockin'

lazy *******.

and now I have to go out
to the place where parcels go
you know the rest.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
77
   G Alan Johnson
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