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Jan 2015
Subjected to the intrusion crew who
want my information,
stored and poured and taken to pieces
letters to Uncles, Nephews and Nieces,
emails, web sites, visits that I might
want to keep
a secret.
The intrusion crew won't let me do
that.
They want to know the in's and outs and whys and
wheres and who cares how I feel when
they steal my information, to
store in some great archive in
the ******* of this nation.

It can't be right,
do I want some pimple faced pervert in Whitehall knowing that
I went to a **** site last night,
or commented on 'Hebdon'?
but believe it or not they want to thieve what you've got
and unless they are stopped
that's what they'll do.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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