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a poem i wrote about where i live..
as can be imagined, this didnt go down too well with the people at school who have been born and bred here hehe oh well 
Laindon
The trees are blowing side by side,
But the life around here has already died,
The sun is shining; the grass is green,
But living around here is just obscene,
Children are playing; the sky is blue,
But it does not change the terrible view,
As I see it this place is grey,
And it’s getting worse day by day,
The people here are all the same,
If it’s not their fault then who’s to blame?
There are no flowers; the birds don’t sing,
It’s always the same whether autumn or spring,
There’s always that feeling hung in the air,
That strange unhappiness that’s ever so rare,
The people here are worse than low,
But what can I say? It’s all they know,
Everyone has that terrible sneer,
But what do you expect? They come from here,
Living here is such a con,
But it’s the best it gets; this is Laindon.
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