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Oct 2015
Climb aboard the gravy train,
it was a boat,
but that got sunk
the pilot drowned
and he was drunk
so
didn’t feel a thing.

Bring some cigs and filter tips
I like to smoke them cool.

I have set some lips on fire
and blushed bright red at dawn
been naked on the altar
the day that I was born, but
I never tasted lips so keen as
those lips that taste of
Steve McQueen.

I guess that was her previous beau
I really ******’ hope so.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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