lane memory

I remember them

 golden

olden days

when every1 had a job,

& wrong uns were suitably

savagely dealt with

by straightforwardly forming a mob.






& all the terrorists

wore balaclavas

& the carrots had

polka dots,

life was so much simpler

life was a flower

but not a boring rose - no

fuck that

- a forget-me-not

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