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Nov 2015
You can
read on it,
feed on it
but if that's all it took
we'd be ****** when the
real thing comes a knocking.

Live it,
deliver and
give it a go,
it's any which way if you know.

I knew it years before the new age was twenty
when I had plenty of time left to spare and now
I'm ******* if I remember which pieces does what
and what when if that did and what did it do?

Oh you can titter away but it'll come your way one day
and what way was that way you'll say.
To the rest of us who were never more than half of the best of us,
rest in peace.

I ceased trading, closed shop, the bubble that I lived in went pop and you can read about it, feed your doubts with it and if you don't believe it is shocking you'll be ****** when the real thing comes a knocking,
just saying,
pay no heed to me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   victoria
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