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Aug 2016
I can't sing for ****
don't stop me though
not one bit

can't dance or mince
my words
nor cook
can't do ****

but I can rhyme
take a line
and
spin it 'til
it's wrung
some say, 'til
it's sung and that's
a song
init?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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