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Behind the wall
The coffee shops stand by the canal
Beautiful scenery and in flannels
All spruced up to put on the show
How wealthy they are we don't need to know
Behind the wall is a back street ginnel
With bins and rubish and people making a nickel
Some even sleep along this dark dank place
Hiding away from the human race
But those on the wealthy side do not see
The man off huts tits on extacy
Those behind the wall can but imagine
What it would be like in that fashion
They can just make ends meet
But on suburbia side its a place to eat meat
Have fine wines and no worries at all
Oblivious of those behind the wall
Copyright ©
Gordon Alexander
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