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Aug 2017
will the prodigal ever come back to me?
do you think God wonders so or does his wonders which he performs quite wonderfully keep him to busy to wonder?

In a quandary where placebos grow wild
where there's no place to turn to except back into the child you once were
and you're popping them blues but you'll still have to choose what you want and if you do turn to, what then?

Without whom
will you pray at the temple of money or power?
and who'll sit in judgement to torment you?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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