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Apr 5
My home city
Is going into decay
Councillors are useless
With nothing to say.
Bungs from builders
Corruption rife
City falling
down a rat hole
It’s losing its life.
Venues for entertainment
Closing there doors
Brothels are opening
Full of ******.
Bus shelters
smelling of ****
People in authority
It’s the poor they bleed,
My home city will
Always be blue
Run by incompetence
And haven’t a clue,
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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