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Feb 2018
It was 20:16 in 2018 and I was sixty one
so you can't tell me numbers mean nothing,

Four thousand and ninety five in total
that means something

Who makes these thing I wonder that make me wander
I'd like to meet him or her, but somehow I don't think I
will.

I want to throw the bones rewind the stones
grow cajones
(I'm told they're a Spanish vegetable)

I add things to things that add up to things
and things have a habit of multiplying
hey!
pay attention
I'm investing some trying here
but it looks like I'm dying here
well
I've done that before
!
That is a premature exclamation
and how do I perform that live?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Peter Balkus and Em MacKenzie
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