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The Fuck Ups
You got ten pence
is what they'd say
for a pool game
to badly play
or a cigarette , a half of orange
anything to get
what they could from you .
Sitting on the benches
around the corner
coupling up brain cells
to try to talk to you
picking on strangers
who would pass
as others did a days work
they'd sit on their ass .
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