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Contusion Blues
Have I caught a cold?
I can feel it in my bones
this hollow sense that I can’t shake
when I gauge the current state
Newspaper, newspaper
you’re not paper anymore
and it’s not news
just the inevitable unfolding
an unstoppable rolling
towards flag waving
a dismantling, dividing
dis-united kingdom
This news, this news
gives me contusion blues…
Politics is broken, democracy’s a jok...
Wednesday 21st August 2019 3:18 pm
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