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Jul 2016
You have no idea how much
I want to be there
under the glare of a
prairie Sun.

you could not conceive
how much I believe
in the rule of the gun
under the glare,

but what's done
is done

I'm the son of a farmer
from Lancashire
tapped out on the wireless
but
the sun is so
pitiless
out on the prairie.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
435
     ---, ---, Mark Tilford and Keith Wilson
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