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Jul 2018
Raining, lightning and thunder
it
feels like I'm going under
again.

summer takes a break from being summer to leave us looking like a
dogs dinner.

she's back on the make up, taking a fix just to catch up and the girl next to her wearing a head scarf, I
larf
like some demented cockney, but look at me
a drowned rat, handsome *******, but for all that
still a drowned rat.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
168
   Jackie Mead
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