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Jul 19
They tell you that life is liveable
but the air is barely breathable
I don't think that I'm being unreasonable
to want things to be a little better.

Can't swim in the sea for the sewage
this must be what they call the new age,
the green field sites are being built on
and soon
there'll be no flamin' trees left to swing on.

Childhood's no good for the children
they have to grow up so quickly to
get a foot on
and the ladders are all made in China.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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