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Apr 2015
If God could decide either this way or that we could all slide off the counter and into the vat or reside in a paradise irrespective of all our vice.

Decisions are impossible for the incapable the permanently impotent, impossible to circumvent and if God had meant anything to his son why would he have done what he done?
touche,
His son was our one and only chance to escape from the devil and the devil of a fate that would be,
I see the importance of an important message for me,
decipher at his will and I will or will not which depends on what mankind has on man's mind, but to find out I've got to at his will or mine uncover the secrets of the secret of time.

If given a clue I could do it
but that would be cheating.
when you're beating on me permanently and the impotency strikes at me, I never fight back with you
through the mirror we see you and me in reverse, I'm beating on you and for me that's much worse,
if God could decide why doesn't he decide to smash all the glass or is that covered in the phrase, 'all thing must pass'?

These are the follies I bear
to ask here and there for a pardon,
it's ******* me
almost an impossibility and I always see
Sunday in the stars.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Cecil Miller
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