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Feb 2019
I don't see how they're killing me,
but I know that they are,
perhaps
because they're setting the bar too high.

and it's nonsense to suggest or is it
possible at all that the fol-de-rol we
fall for is the truth?
let me call my doctor.

Anyway
I'm ready now for Saturday with
a Ruger in my rucksack,

They're still killing me until I die
and then
I bet they'll try to **** me just
a little more,
but
sod's law is, that I will live
and give 'em a run for their
money.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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