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Aug 2018
Think of mass production,
take away the first number you thought of
and you haven't even begun

we
are being strung along lines
to dry in the sun
having come from some chemical
an amalgam of something and gum.

and we'll all look the same
we'll all be called Clint or
Shirley
the only difference will be is
there'll be no difference to see.

sounds a bit dull to me,
if the
future's just full of people
and we have no say,

no ***
no play
nothing to lighten
the load of the day

controllability
will **** me
I might as well do it
myself
but in the future
that
will not be possible.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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