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Jul 2018
It's no good being squeamish about squelching as your eyes open on sweat filled sockets, drying myself I am crying, the heat at this time of the day is awfully trying, did you notice how I didn't fukin swear about the heat?

and so good for the diet
I lost four pints of water
you really should
try it.

Men,
I smell them
some whiff
phew
and
some stink too
so
what they could do
is deodorise,
but
in this heat they just might
vaporise.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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