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May 2017
Bleat
Bleat
some of us have to work for a living yet can't afford to live and forgive me not giving but to work for a living is the only thing I can do.

I feel sure that the idle rich will come through with a dollar or two for the needy, for the genuine cases not those off their faces on crack or spice
it'd be nice if I could but I can't.

Crisis?
the crisis that comes from living in slums
and eating the fat not the lean,
never seen anything like it?
you need to get out a bit more.

If indeed there is a space time continuum
an inner space inner sanctum
I haven't yet found the way in.

you then by proxy
outfox me
and go down the
salvation army

you can't fool me or charm me
your army can't harm me
I work for a living
giving it large.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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