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Swinging left of centre Sometimes I just want to rant and rave and fight windmills Sometimes I just want to write letter upon letter to the editors of newspapers and sometimes I want to write my estranged children who couldn’t care less if I lived or died Guilt trip? You bet! But then I learned from the best My mother and father Oh I have lots to say But who the hell listens …or even cares ‘cause nothing changes Nothing! Except the seasons! |
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