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Oct 2016
There's the pen, the page, an audience, the stage
a play to play for all today.
I am few and far between the footlights and the scene
is changing constantly.

It'll be severance pay one day,
one day we'll all be *******
the pieces will still fit
but we'll allΒ come unglued.


Love the grease and like the paint
you ain't got much to lose
you might bomb
but they must light the fuse.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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