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Jun 2019
The longer I live
the more it feels like
I'm in
my very own
Hotel California.

It's only the games that we play
that
make us grow younger every day
and I play lots.

One day
you might see my head in a jar
in an episode of
Futurama,
must say
I'm not keen on the prospect,
but
my heart's in the right place
jumping out of my chest
when I look on your face.
There's a paining that goes with this piece and like this piece it's not finished, I'm guessing because the story goes on even as the paint runs dry.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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