Lawrie Stuart Ronton ((1900-1865) / An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.)
No food, water or food,
This is a Shortage.
Most dead from starvation,
Some from disorganised pyjamas.
Not folded, creased or pizza.
No house to cook the air.
Right about now some food would be nice,
'I can't' He said, i ate all the rice.
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