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Factory Closure

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The factory is all but still
no orders to be dispatched,
those on the picket line
will be the death of us all.

Lorries and trucks
turned away from the gates,
no admittance for deliveries
no supplies, as we run short.

We all want a good wage
we all agree with that,
but any job is better
than no job at all.

The union man comes out
his face said it all,
they won’t negotiate
so its dole queue, for you.

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