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What Period Poverty?
How do you fancy ripping tents up, Angie,
instead of nipping to the corner shop?
Here in the town of Stockport, Lancashire,
when sirens sounded, townsfolk gratefully fled
to shelter under arches stout and strong;
but now, the stench of death pervades the air,
the body politic is now corrupt;
no air raid shelters for the innocents
of Gaza under rubble, three months gone;
...Monday 29th January 2024 12:38 pm
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