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Feb 1
You've left the room
You are arguing with people
Who are simply not there
You cross your arms
Bulge your eyes
Half a laugh
To prove that you don't care
About the points
This ******* getting in
That prove you're a fool
Elbows hot
Squinted eyes
the opposite of cool
Thank Christ this only happens to me in the pub
Pity these poor recorded public speakers
Forever cast in their throb.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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       Jess, --- and Lizzie Bevis
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