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Feb 2018
where X marks the road not to go down to
a town where I was long ago.

Like algebra so far
equations rolled to smoke and tar
builds
pits filled in California
and bones pulled
I could have told ya,
playing with fire will get
you burnt.

Choosing not to go and losing out,
short straws ****,
but
no one is ever down on his luck
for ever
so we don't sever connections
we just put them on hold.

Does anything make any sense?
so
why expect this to be different?

I'm confident in my competency
you'd have to be sharper to
shaft me
and if you don't understand it
then sue me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     --- and Angel-like rain castle
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