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Just trying to get by in what appears to be a catastrophe, this day stuns in its coming and I'm tired of the running so I'll stay, stand and fight, hit out at what's wrong to see the right in it and you guessed it's a Tuesday a neither here, there or do I care day. Let battle commence, two pounds and eighty pence! for the tube train. first round to the day minimum pay maximum outlay and that's the way we're all kept at bay. Poverty is and will always be the preserve of the poor to spread on their bread while they're drinking cold tea the rich do not worry because they seldom see nor do they care what happens to you Me, I say it's Tuesday what did you expect? Some will not agree and that's okay with me some only see what they want to see I see everything and nothing, values are overrated morals dislocated sounds abated and in the silence I have waited for the second coming still running gunning the engine ******* in fumes. Soon It will be done or will it? Hit out anyway everyday especially if that day's a Tuesday.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Priming Pandora
Just trying to get by in what appears to be a catastrophe, this day stuns in its coming and I'm tired of the running so I'll stay, stand and fight, hit out at what's wrong to see the right in it and you guessed it's a Tuesday a neither here, there or do I care day. Let battle commence, two pounds and eighty pence! for the tube train. first round to the day minimum pay maximum outlay and that's the way we're all kept at bay. Poverty is and will always be the preserve of the poor to spread on their bread while they're drinking cold tea the rich do not worry because they seldom see nor do they care what happens to you Me, I say it's Tuesday what did you expect? Some will not agree and that's okay with me some only see what they want to see I see everything and nothing, values are overrated morals dislocated sounds abated and in the silence I have waited for the second coming still running gunning the engine ******* in fumes. Soon It will be done or will it? Hit out anyway everyday especially if that day's a Tuesday.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
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