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May 3
I see that those bleeders have still got their beaks in
******* up the last of the wine,
about bleedin' time we got shot of them
put the flamin' lot of them
in the chokey
and
that'll do for me,

cast them all out into ***** and sod 'em
and
for good measure you can sod 'em again.

yeah
we'll have new Mayors yoked to the same old chain
telling us it'll be different but you know and I know
that it'll be more of the same,

I'd go fishin' but it's raining and I blame him
in Downing Street for that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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