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Nov 2018
Eyes that cut into the granite of his face,
not a hair out of place.

walk this way to the end of the day
take five for a smoke
a joke

the tales we tell
and
sell me the contents of your leather valise.

knife crime?

loved ones
can't wake 'em
when they're taken,

a lifetime
undelivered.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Matt Lancaster, Dennis Willis and ACAC
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