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Nov 2016
If only we were the executioners of our downfall
that would be a fitting windfall, and
a rollover on the lottery
win

as death grins on the side lines
I
remember the good times
sharpening the axe.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  64/Here and now
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