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Mar 2015
If I had a dime for every time,
for every time,
and a dime for each time after that,
I'd be a rich ***** like Croesus
with more friends than Jesus,
If I had a dime for every time.

But I shot out my dough on
the things
I now know
were a waste and the wasting of me.
If I had a dime for every time,
for every time,
I'd have enough dimes to buy time
to set myself free.
In them old gangstar movies, Al Cagney and Co, they always seemed to arrive at 'sing-sing' which seemed to be such a wonderful tag for a not so wonderful place.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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