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Feb 2014
One more crack in the sky and some poor *******'s wondering why or how he'll get by,
workshy? by no means just no means at all and the means tester calls,well what a surprise,more ******* cracks in the sky.
Someone lied and covered their tracks and now our backs are against the wall.
I wait to see which way the cards will fall,a man with no chance who is gambling on chance,
This City we live in,London,iconic,
how ironic it is then that its full of the poor, when it's so filthy rich.
If life is a ***** then she's a miserable mistress
leaving us in this **** mess
of debt.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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