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Time to concede

The bottle, empty lays dying in her hand Half empty, half full who cares its in demand On the face of it her friends seem to care But turn her back and she better beware Cider, spirits being exchanged as if gold Rollies, cigarettes ready to be sold The next fix is sat on the corner down the way But with no money, it will be hard to pay Services exchanged with rates of pay agreed The drugs will always win, time to concede C.Hawkins 21/5/20

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