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You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes
Some of us appear to have forgot
that the train service has stopped
else why are we all stood here waiting like a bunch of goons?
Soon they’ll be pulling up the tracks
and when Mr Henry gets the sack
the grass will grow and the whole place will return unto the dunes.
Choo choo train where have you gone
now don’t you know we need you?
How in the world are you supposed to get...
Thursday 9th September 2021 3:20 pm
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