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Jul 31
You work your fingers to the bone
and what do you get?
bony fingers
but we all know it
and if we don't we should

it's a case of
'Buddy can you spare a dime'
and in another time
maybe
but
we've been left holding the baby
and it's a right little *******.


Vote them in
and
they'll carry you out
because you died of the cold,
but you're old
and they don't care about you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Jeremy Betts and guy scutellaro
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