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Feb 17
Can't afford to spill the beans
they're all that's left to eat
and there's nothing left
to pair them with
I guess we'll have beans neat

but the greedy ******* skimming off the top
we put the work in and they steal the crop
I'm fukin sick of it and it has to stop,
can't afford to spill the beans.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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