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Aug 2016
The driving force is of course
need
and we feed it to
those that deny it and rely instead upon
the natural order, we're also busy
weeding out the dead legs

those that can't walk can't baulk at that.

I had drive once until the gearbox seized up and
the engine caught fire,
but once
I was so high octane
that
I peed petroleum

need?
I did not.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Keith Wilson
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