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On the Occasion of Signing On
On The Occasion of Signing On If i was a working man i would have a job and i could cut out patterns of colours and never rob the elderly or jibe at friends who drove to steely buildings to … Continue reading
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On a Bling Ring
On a Fake Gold Ring from The Queen of Aquitaine When the bling ring sings the gangstas fling themselves from off the wall the citadel must fall the citadel must fall they cry and we do not do why the … Continue reading
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On the American Scene in the British Museum
On the American Scene in the British Museum. The rush of steal the black of ink a thousand little lines which cut the page and make a world of stength and hope a city scraped onto paper life torn off … Continue reading
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On 11th Nov 2004
On 11th Nov 2004 I would go to war but the war has come to me on tv and in my bed when i am trying to sleep the songs i sung when i had youth still on my selfish … Continue reading
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