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Empty ground
I understand that this land, is owned,
I understand this land could hold many homes,
I understand,
It would cost more than a grand to set about a plan,
To house those that need housing,
Would cost more than a Hundred thousand pounds,
Of pointless metal and plastic that would dictate weather you can have it,
Or not,
So panic,
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Thursday 3rd October 2024 11:41 pm
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