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Jun 2015
Commercial poverty
an empty property?
there's money in muck or
so they say.

Vacant faces say it all no need for writing on the wall
and who could read it anyway.
Education in the pay of politicians.
They dumb us down to line us up to knock us down,
intelligence is frowned upon and yet
we get back up and carry on.

Fodder for the factory,
the workhouse is a house when all is said and done.
I see no ships
I see no Sun,
blinded on the run and some place far away from the refuse tips and folderol  I'll find a place to stay and sit to read a book and take some time to take a look at what things really look like.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   ---, Brian Payamps and untrue
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