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Jul 2015
Sunday, Sunday
day of rest
I will try to do
my best
and stay in bed.

Thus, creation lives
and gives for six days many ways
to circumvent
God's great intent.

Partial to a bite or two of fruits forbidden by religion, on Sunday I,
reminded of my liberty put threepence in the offertory,
on a purely sanctimonious scale
I am not sure if that's a fail, but it's the best that I can do to rest to see the next week through to rest again,
a bit like some addiction where ****** is the bible and liable to wreck me.

Well **** me sideways and call me Tom, that's another bomb I dropped on hallowed holy soil to spoil my reputation, I guess the chance of my salvation is as likely as some army that marches and saves souls.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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