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Jan 2017
It's as cold as a witches *** tonight
do not ask me how I know
how cold that is.

I fly with the black cat
wearing a black hat
on a broomstick.

Hocus poke us
Beelzebub
smokes us
hell's just a joke
to us witches
tonight.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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