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Jul 2016
shoot the messenger,

that's the thing to do,

put a bullet through his brain

he'll not be messaging you

again.




So,

I woke to a 'Major'

cigarette,

who remembers them?

they used to be three bob a box

but that was way back when.




everything moves on or sideways or up

nothing stays the same

except for the weather in Birmingham

and in that place there's always rain.




It's Tuesday,

a new day today

but yesterday too

once was new,

tomorrow will do and

that too will be new




I'm really fed up

how are you?
Have a great day or have a fabulous day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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