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Jan 2017
We ain't no showcase
not pictures to gawp at
or books you can pick up
so
shut the **** up.

I could tell you all's fine
when
I've drunk all the wine and
the
streets are inviting
but
that's just ***** in a tea cup

and swearing,
so what?
what the **** have we got to
be Christian for?

While they're having their *****
while democracy falls
while the drones keep on flying
I'll keep on trying
to put across the message
that this ain't no picnic.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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     --- and John Edward Smallshaw
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