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Oct 2017
Never learn the truth
not interested in
the other point of view
there is only sin
and only one can win,

the lies that we were told
the days when we were bold
then winter came with cold,
now
it's
far too late and I am much
too old,

why did I hesitate?
when
fortune favours not
the cowards or the brave
and who can save
me from
this
life that seemed so long
but it is fact so short,

I never learn the truth
I find I'm always caught
between the strangers
on a train and something
I have bought

something I have sought for and
never found the way,
a path to lead the night
away from breakingΒ day,

I only found the broken hearts
laid waste
and here I stay

there's only one can win.
What a beautiful Sunday, don't make the mistake of thinking that my writing reflects on my state of mind. I don't believe that to be the case otherwise they might lock me up and throw away the key.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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   Em MacKenzie
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