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Mar 2015
No fanfare here
no trumpets
just a
so long and nice to seeya
and move along there's nothing to see
be a
darling
move along, please.

High above the bay of pigs
tables moved around,
no fanfare here
just the sound
of change being changed and
nothing to see here, be
a dear and move along, please.

On hallowed ground in hallowed halls where stalls are put out to catch those locked out or in depending on their point of view
I saw you dancing with Joe Carter, bartering your soul?
The devil dresses many ways and moves like Fred Astaire
I saw you dancing there with him
I saw you in the dim light on the last night of the proms
on hallowed ground in hallowed halls I wished I'd had the ***** to punch Joe Carter in the face
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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