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Aug 2015
When a butterfly dies in the Amazon and the horizon's at half past three and the bell rings for ***** to do her tricks,
that's the place I'm unlikely to be.

There's a saying they say, but I'm not sure why and I'm unsure as to what it might mean,
so I pay all my taxes to Elizabeth and swear by 'God save the Queen'

If the monkey that bothers me bothers you then don't bother to bother me at all
I am sure you've got your own monkeys and equally sure that you all have a ball.

If in poetry there must be a story
some sacrifice maybe some glory
then
nail me to the door
I won't write anymore or any more or Demi Moore, Roger Moore, Ilkley Moor and sometimes more but always with a touch of semaphore to keep the sailors happy.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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