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Bollocks, I’ve Done It Wrong,
Why, oh, why have I done it wrong.
The way nature hath decided.

I have done it wrong because
I am crap at it.
There is no other way to tell.

I am alone for I am an outcast,
Thrown out of my house for being poor.
I had no choice.

Bollocks, I’ve done it right,
Why is god a man,
Who decides who should go and who should stay,
When the free holidays to Plymouth are handed round?

© Russell Parsloe 1997

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