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Feb 2016
Then you keep running and turning and
running to burn off the calories
and she's giving you the big freeze,
but you're hot
and
still you run.

She'll melt you no matter the miles that you make
she can take you and mould you into
the view
that she wants to see,
not that it matter to me
I was blind from day one and only move on
automatic.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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