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Jun 2015
So busy tracking the tragedy.

I take my eyes off the screen in order to see that
they're even busier talking of fracking,
we know that the ice shelf is breaking away
cracking a bit more,
a bit more every day, but
they're busy tracking the tragedy and
have no time for me.

I googled the end of the world last night
but google just sent me
a link to
the tragedy.

If I fall off the end of the sea when
I'm fishing for haddock to have for my tea,
who will see me
fall
and if I call out in alarm
who'll lend a hand?

I stand and mention the tragedy
they all give me a hand when applauding me
I hope the good Lord's watching over me,
if not
then that would be
a tragedy.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   LB Parker
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