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Oct 13
When you're up for what you're up for
and the magistrate says, take him down,
turn that frown into a smile and tell him
I'll see you in a little while.

he'll worry like a terrier
add another year to the stretch
he's already given ya,

but you'll forget
sat in the cell
watching the colour TV.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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