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Mar 2017
silently moving along with
the movie


It's only Thursday I can cry if I want to,
the song sounds like this

and when I'm under
the water in the bath I can miss that
Thursday tickle that trickles down my spine

'That's another fine mess, said Ollie
golly, said Stanley

say Ollie, did you ever think talking like ****
was less manly?

No Stanley
I never did.


This is how Thursday flows in and flows out of me

Stanley and Oliver stood there to laugh at me
I can't for the life of me find any life in me
I think that I want to be me in a Friday.
Thanks Hollywoodland for all the silence in silent movies, I heard it all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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