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Apr 2015
The vicar loves to lord it while we sinners sit on devil's pews and this abuse is all contrived to make us think that all our lives are as nothing to the life of christ, who suffered at the hands of man but was his plan to make my *** go numb or listen to the sermon from some vicar who though dumbstruck with communion, rambles on long enough to wake the dead?

I wholeheartedly agree with the words, 'pick up thy bed and walk'
jeez,
talk about a one man band who gives and with the other hand can slap the slices from a loaf of bread.
If I ever go to hell it will be first class, the Brighton Belle can kiss my *** I want a limo to take me to limbo and a Triumph TR7 to pick me up at the gates of Heaven and roar into the night.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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