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May 2016
The coroner with a warrant to
open a
tomb
finds no room
in the inn....

..and the fables begin
long before the end.

We cut out  
the bull
pull up a chair
wondering where
the story will take us.

If justice is served
the service will be
by the poor *******
in chains
and that'll
be me.

And today I am
the 'Ian' in
sexagenarian,

I've never been
Ian before.

Don't let that
stop you
from dropping
the bomb on who
you
want to seek and
destroy.

This toy vibrates
if you're mates
y'all know
what I mean.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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