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They are a singing, swinging crowd,
They chant their slogans brash and loud,
They go as far as is allowed,
And, in their daydreams, further still.
They sip champagne and spit their bile,
They chuck their rubbish on a pile,
Yet, when the cameras roll, they smile –
Although a tad against their will.
They smooch and stroke and clap their hands
To music from some h...
Monday 1st July 2024 4:30 pm
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