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dear diary the shopping line bread milk and the needle

Have to get some bread and milk,
always needing more,
Then to seek my dealer
needle him to give score.

Kids are always wailing,
never any peace.
Like a wailing wall
they never seem to cease!

Damp is smelling so much worse,
should withdraw the rent..
But where else could i go,
since that bastard went.

Can never pay a bill
the Post is full of dread.
They"re going to slice me off!
I never have the bread.

All we wear is cotton
what the hell is silk!
There is only so much Benefits
that i can really milk..

 I have to meet my Dealer,
see what i can wheedle.
I need so ****ing much...

Bread milk and a needle.

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