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Dec 2015
In the exploded plan of man
I see no
substance,
a bit
like
skeleton ****
a bit
of
bare bones.

Clone me now 'Scottie'
do a 'Star Trek or 'Mickey Mouse' or
even a 'Shrek' on me.
Warp me to a Factor of three,
infirmity and infinitely beyond anything where anyone can see except for 'Buzz' and me.

In this mapped out, strapped in and crapped out state
I see the skeletons waiting at the pearly gate,
at one time it was 'gates',
but they sold one off for scrap which
is another load of crap,
a bit like skeleton ****,
no substance to it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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