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Oct 2015
Cue drums,
let the guitars cry
the world ends today, but
I'm still wondering why
I put the washing in,
why I got out of bed and
who's minding the store
if everyone's dead.

It's always a pain when
the World ends again.

I've gotten used to it,
just going to sit in my chair
and watch the show.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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