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Oct 12
It's called the economy because we're always economising and we know that someone has their hand in the till getting their fill of our hard-earned,
in the end
they'll do away with cash
put it all on the credit card
tell me if you think life's hard,
oh, you do?
imagine that.

Saturday and I'm working
Sunday and I'm working
the taxman's out there lurking
rubbing his hands in glee.

But I'm good,
I have to be
or
She,
will give me that look.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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