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Jun 2018
Roll them in
and roll them off
roro
row your boats

it's not the magistrates
nor the courts
the system's sinking
only the **** still floats.

If I am going to be doomed
can you make it at midnight
on Friday?
I get paid and if
I'm to be weighed
off
I might as well get off
on ***
drugs
not forgetting
before the rot sets in
spangles.

The owl and the pussycat
who sailed away
managed a year and a day
before **** with a growl
disembowelled poor owl

even the best of friends
fall out
fall off
fall in
roro
row your boats.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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