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May 24
Money used to be when your trousers were down to your ankles with the weight of it
and now it's all ****** plastic, you could flamin' well float.

You might call me a fool, but
I'm still old school with no cards and only cash
so
when I cash in my chips there'll be no plastic bits to scoop up.

that's it for tonight
I have a ***** and coke
not
that kind of coke in case you ask.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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