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Punk 101

Punk rockers of all descripts Ignoring their instincts, I've lived to the beat And the last of them to move me had no such privilege And took to the streets Intense and passionate, undue and resonant, the whip cracked too late for their outer cases to shudder their mellow hearts, for all time I'm sure I won't understand Copyright ©️ David Bosworth April 2026
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