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we'll hang your dirty money on our washing line, if you've any filthy lucre bring it here
to be taken with a pinch of white powder
It's twenty one months since the vote for autonomy
unentangling ourselves from the E. U. economy
free, at last, new trade deals to seek.
plus saving one third of a billion each week
a brilliant future together we face
on a twenty per cent, meagre, industrial base
Cheap goods come and go on Korean made shipping
Footsie one hundred's sky hig...
Sunday 18th March 2018 11:48 am
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