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I remember Croydon - on the way heading out of town;
What did it ever do to make morons want to burn it down?
I remember Croydon - suburban in each drawn breath;
What did it ever do to become a stage for death?
I remember Croydon - a place to be passing through;
What did it ever do to change from the place I knew?
I remember Croydon - far removed from airs and graces;
What did...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 6:46 pm
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