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May 2014
Now they sleep in Soho Square,people pass
but they don't care,they're off to dinner,dine and dance,
**** the homeless,they've no chance,no mercy here,lazy ******* drinking beer,see a beggar and walk on by,they disappear,easy try it once or twice,got the feeling,ain't it nice?

We're the monkey's nuts,no if's or buts and shut the beggars in the jail,they're losers one and all,watch them tumble,ninepins fall,it's just a game,why in Gods name would people choose to lose their self respect?No shame,I blame it on their family,happily my family rallies round if I should fall and hit the ground.

No pity in my heart for those who fail to even start,except to start to open one more tin.
Where'ya been?
there's no time to spend or lend a hand,let the Sally Army band come down and give them bread and soup.
We're **** a hoop we got employment,a house and car,we get enjoyment,sod the dossers and the tramps they don't pay insurance stamps,they pay no tax except on beer,we don't want that sort living here.
We don't want that sort anywhere especially not in Soho Square.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
994
   ---, --- and Terry O'Leary
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