I'd gladly go back to 2019 and the years previous,
Nobody really wants to mix,
Always going to be days like this.
Issues can crystallize and creep on up,
Not BEP or Timberlake but where's the love?
Everyone has their own problems,
Serious as SAS squadrons.
Humour is replaced with an iron fist,
Feel so sorry for the kids,
Especially those who don't want to live.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2023 11:20
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You got your TARDIS ready to time-travel to 2019? I'm getting one for Christmas! lol.
The Co-op sell them for £99.99.
Hahahaha!!!
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