POEM POEM

lee28 11.jpgthere was a lights blinding process the scheme cry the education the morals
there was an angry boy open razor tae sight in flight one swipe under eye
a process in the fight seen I’m the one a dream are they ma team midgy raker

taking in the the day fiver bit let it split tonic sound easterhouse bound close
whitey on a bucketing a scheme sitting north west south the strength

belt the sound buckle tae hold a jean  s  can a bottle a irn bru it me or you
stone the roses hold less pain than the flower the man made pain

[my words lee smillie]

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