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Aug 28
After all
the love was cleared  away
the laughter and the joy
two hundred people
sweeping
all our dreams away
into black plastic sacks
smiling as they worked
never knowing the slack
yet smiling  knowingly
at our lack
even  after all that
we still
drove home
celebrated our success
Yes
unbelievably
even
knowing all that
we celebrated our success.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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