A poem about leaving the steel town of Sheffield at the age of nineteen , I stood wondering why the train left at the minute past midnight until I heard a hundred steel whistles blew from the industrialised Armageddon come apocalypse , at a minute past midnight the train guard blew his whistle and I never looked back the same could be said to teenages today free yourselves from your silicon slavery !!.

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