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Get your finger out!
I hear you shout.
Give Life a clout.
But what’s it all about?
What does it mean?
Out of what?
A hole in a gun?
Or your bum?
Is my finger covered
In something not too pleasant?
You must be crazy.
I’ve worked off my socks
Yet I’m tied to the stocks.
Yes it’s time to fess.
Too much wrong in this world:
Time our flag was unfurled.
From Rome to Riyadh.
Don’t want to feel sad:
We’d rather be glad
That we acted
Without being distracted.
So get that flipping finger out!
Paul
Butters
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