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Stamping Ground
Not much goes on around my way;
It’s probably the same near you:
The brutes of buildings, boarded shops,
Unyielding gloom, the angry street,
The young, with nothing else to do.
So when they said I should join up,
I thought to myself: ‘Well, why not?’
It seemed a chance to break away
Into a blast of a cleaner air.
Nobody said I would get shot.
So now I lie be...
Sunday 17th December 2023 7:52 am
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