A poem about leaving the steeltown Sheffield at the age of 19, I stood wondering why the train left at the minute past midnight until 100 steel whistles blew from the industrial 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 the silicon slavery!!.
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