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Jan 2015
The final resting place, was
somewhere cool and dark
until the planners planned
a trailer park.
Now
it's more like Disney land
Trucks and sand, and
diesel spills,
it gives me the chills.

I'm moving tombs,
I hear the catacombs
have a vacancy.
I just want peace
why can't the planners see,
a trailer park is just
not me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   sadgirl, --- and Jesse Madison
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