The Unfairness Of Angels
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 The death of the dirty mag
When I was a boy I used to love finding magazines
The ones with woman in tight fitting jeans
Down the alleyways in black bin bags
Were dumped magazines of dirty slags
I used to hide them under my bed
And have naughty thoughts in my head
Sometimes I used to go to the local shop
To see what other magazines they got
On tip toe I used to stand and reach
Those magazines, the ones that teached
The buzz and excitement of buying one
Then taking it home and hiding from mum
Then one day the internet arrived
And I know longer had to hide
For those magazines could be found online
And they didn't cost a dime
Videos and DVDs, all could been seen
In my room on my computer screen
I sometimes think about my magazines
And those woman in my dreams.

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