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Oct 2013
As the morning rises
And the good people
Wake up and eat their
fine breakfast
I ***** old dinner and beer
With the sun.
And I can hear the people
drive by with work in them,
I lie in bed.
Half naked and hardly living.
morning sick
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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