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Oct 2016
I wonder as I often do
who's spinning in which grave
and with who, or
perhaps it should be with whom,
I didn't have the room to put that in

which is such a lie
why do I even bother to try?

When I die
no grave for me
I will not spin
with an unnamed
even if she
or he
is as nice as pie
when I die.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  64/Here and now
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