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Apr 2017
It's that time
or
sometimes it's this time
but
one time at this or at that time
it'll be my time

the communion wine was drugged
the Methodist chapel was bugged
and the man on the 'rugged cross'
couldn't give a toss about me.

Bobby robbed the offertory
so
no hope or hymns for him.

Death has possibilities
not meant to be
but definitely
true.

The boys in blue caught Bobby
threw him in the clink
*****, *****
went the coins as they rattled
in his pockets which were as deep
as the hole he was in

and still no hymn for him.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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