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Jan 2015
You'll only chew off your foot
when you're stuck in a rut
but the trap has already been sprung,
suspended,
hung up high and dry,
there to pull out your hair
watching the world going by and
you'll know that
you're going nowhere.

They will throw you a dime every time you cry wolf
when the sheep in you just wants to sleep but
when it's pitch black out where, the
wolf stirs from his lair
only then,
will you
start to worry.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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