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Mar 2016
Down in the crypt where humanity's stripped
there's a smell of decay in the air, where
they wash as they will
or just have a quick swill and
I really
don't want to be there.
It's a dungeon when the lights are out.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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