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Feb 2015
Powdered eggs from powdered hens and powdered cars, Mercedes Benz and diesel, perfumed fit for use.
It's changing now and how it feels, like blood on cold water as it congeals and this sets the seal on what we are
perfumed in a powdered car.

Someone has to pay for this,
unload the bank accounts
and kiss the cash
Swiss the cash,
miss their cash,
goodbye
and quite rightly so.

I love the real in you
the deja vu of you
the outside shell of you
the feel of you
when will it get through to them
that powdered milk from powdered cows
is not the same,
never will be when a
real egg only comes
from a real live living hen.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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