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Jul 2014
The developers move in buying up
dreams that just might have been and
the buy to let brigade come in and start to raid
more dreams we could have made.
It's the undertakers lay out being played out
in the back streets of the home towns,the
stripped down to the bone
towns are being bought and sold,
becoming gentrified but lacking the grit.
There are no outside **** houses in these houses
these are the 'bang'
these are the properties that vogue hang their pictures on when
the poor people have gone,
but where do people people go?
I'd like to know the answer to that,are
they stuck like pins in a high rise flat
no neighbours that
know them
lonely old women and men
wondering when
they'll be the
gentry.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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