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Feb 2015
Banking by the back door for the fattest cats,
and they still want more,
galling?
it's flamin' appalling
but you can bet your pants them sycophants
they call politicians will hire some magicians and it will vanish
like the lady in the cabinet, the rabbit from the hat, it's all in what we see and we'll see no more of that.

My hoard's under the floorboards and there it will stay.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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