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Feb 2015
It's the skill set that we get and how we use it, but I bet that some will waste the opportunity and only see the things they want to see,
like blind men in a runaround, over and over the same old ground,
it gets a bit monotonous.
I hear a thunderous applause, someone's added one more clause to the high five big society,
'all in it together'?
wait and see.

There's a new wave rolling out, I don't doubt it's for the best but I bet again it may not last, them lazy ******* cast their votes, drowning in their fancy coats.
Cromwell come and save me please, these men are mice but I eat cheese,
not fair to me when such hypocrisy can rule the roost.

It's Wednesday and in the trap of midweek moving, feeling flat, inflated though by what goes on,
The time will come, I wish it would
but until then I'll join the other men
in a game of bowls.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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