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Punx Vs Ravers
Sunny Patio |
My creative juices flowed
As my fag end glowed
The sky above it did snow
upon my humble abode
The traffic slowed, almost stopping
I saw some ravers window shopping
Crisp packets billowed around my head
Sunday morning nightmares almost dead ( x 2 )
We need some syllables
We like old ladies wearing shawls
We like looking round market stalls
Can you hear the pigeons call?
The traffic slowed.... |
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