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Aug 8
right, thank you little bird
here is a song-police and thieves
a prophetic little ditty
of guns-homogenous as leafs

from the same tree-i recall joe
strummer looking at me..
it was a long curious look
i looked back..

and mott the hop will take
us to the news..
hey, steve what do you say..
so joe..

he looked at me like i  knew
i knew enough not to..
a long time ago-give them enough rope..
and hitching home from the corn-exchange..

ii

do people still hitch-hike, steve?
i donΒ΄t know..why not..
i will ask..

it is a dodgy business
who was more frightening me
or them..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
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