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Aug 2015
Touching this where I'll never be
in the sea of futility,
floundering for all to see
I would sink with no trace.

But there is a tranquility,
that sense of inbuilt security which
will calm and then comfort me.

Somewhere in Jerusalem, but from
some place known as a Bethlehem
men plot ****** and
there will be
mayhem.

And in a Heaven where a God might be
there'll be the Devil to pay
and poor me
with no money
at all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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