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Jul 2016
Dead men in bed men
never thinking outside the box men
and it's a shock for the men who find rocks in the heads of the men who then try to knock these men from their perch.

I swear before the almighty that I will hold onto his gifts tightly
god help me I will.

I used to be a lazy man, eyes glued to the back of my head man, one of those men who are dead In their beds men but then I awoke one day in the 'Smoke', they say it's
the city of dreams.

Aspiring's an app'
to upload is a trap
and
they say,
stay where you are.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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