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Sweet 21 water Brown
I spent my 21st birthday
In a squalid old bed and breakfast
On the outskirts of Liverpool
That cost me $10 to light
And 20 a night
With the only bathroom
1 floor down
The toilet water brown
Pungently scented
The bed fermented
Now 21 years on
My 42 birthday hath come
And the only thing that has changed
Is I am further estranged
From what is luck
What be deemed chance
And the all too familiar
Side wise glance
Tut of derision
Privilege based on class
Shatters still my heart of glass
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