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Mar 2017
The funfair on Sunday
and who's going to pay?

Her ex beaus post photos
I don't think that's fair,
and she in a state of undress
couldn't care less.

He's not an angel
unless it's a fallen one

another memory wipe

swipe your card
falling's not hard
it's the climbing back

and I've climbed up mountains
swam oceans
drank potions, but the
fountain of youth never
gave me the truth,
old, be it
magic or not
I did the lot.

so
who's for the ghost train?

I want to see what the
butler never saw.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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