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Jul 2016
Mill to mill a bitter pill this treadmill that we're led to

and from mill to mill we will always be

candy for the mills of society

they gab in the background about Christmas,


no Christmas for me

the foreman has told me to work that day

and no turkey shall I see

cold ham and pickle with cheese and a tickle of trout

lightly poached (nightly poached) from the river that runs through his Lordship's land

and yes

I bite the hand that feeds me for it's the same hand that needs me in mill to mill when will it all end.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  64/Here and now
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