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Mar 2019
Joseph swopped his dreamcoat
for a trip downriver on a
Mississippi steamboat
and it was all in
technicolour.

There is no bible big enough
to hold all the stuff
that faith is made from,

my mom told me that
( actually it was mam but that didn't rhyme )


But it's all boo to a goose
with its neck in a noose
I prefer Turkey
or
sometimes Kabul.

Here at the altar
a prayer
a Colt a
bang.

I hang with the goose.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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