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Riff Raff
All the riff raffed, mish mashed homes,
filled with trish trashed, slip slashed groans
of those that didn't fit the systems ways
and now seem condemned to spends their days
in squalid squats of social isolation
not a tourist bonus for the nation
Roads not visited without good reason
windows boarded whatever the season
street lights dimmed by syphone...
Sunday 26th September 2010 10:04 am
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