There was a white fence,
one cuttin' the ole Earth
yeasay fifty metres from 'ere.
But that white fence was...
squeaky clean on one side,
the side of rich socialites.
The other side, not so...
musty 'twas on that side,
the poor's own living squalors.
Gentrification came, squalors no more.
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