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Nov 2015
They fight but can't save them
sing anthems to dead men
drink a porter and
slaughter some  souls.

The fields are heaving
weaving poppies from eyeballs
and the hallways in Asgaard
are full.

Sing anthems to dead men
while the rich lay in bed,
men when will you
break open
your eyes?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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