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Nov 2018
still talking to myself
on the tin can telephone
if i shouted any louder
my tongue would be a semaphore
im getting nowhere faster
than a paraplegic tortuga
tortuously touring
a mini minotaur in its mystic maze
running marathons before the bulls
hit all the china plates
youve placed in every possible avenue
of escape
the language of anger is violence. sprechen sie?
Joey Jo Jo Jnr Shabadoo
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Joey Jo Jo Jnr Shabadoo  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
636
   victoria
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