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Not so Bohemian now
In the 1980s there was anger in the air
Thatcher’s children breathing fire with bile-fuelled despair
And thick, treacly green gel bound my spiky hair
The Mary Chain’s screeches echoed in my ears
Morrissey’s tortured words fuelled my every angst and fear
A bedroom rebel hiding from the day-glo Tory cheers
Oh how I felt so Bohemian then
Wham’s false jollity was d...
Saturday 17th August 2013 3:13 pm
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