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When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on
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Now God killed John Lennon and he let Barry Manilow survive,But the good Lord blessed little Adrian Mitchell with the fastest cock alive.
Adrian Mitchell
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Lovers lie around in itBroken glass is found in itGrassI like that stuff
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You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,You take the human being and you twist it all aboutSo scrub my skin with womenChain my tongue with whiskyStuff my nose with garlicCoat my eyes with butterFill my ears with silverStick my legs in plasterTell me lies about Vietnam.
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I was run over by the truth one day.Ever since the accident I've walked this way
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Here are some happy English soldiers.They are going to make the Irish happy.
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Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people.
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May I borrow your wheelbarrow?— I didn't lay down my life in World War IIso that you could borrow my wheelbarrow
Adrian Mitchell