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Jun 2019
Playing games
back with the shameless.

Head I win and then tail off.

The future is not what we thought
it would be
it's just a replay of past history
and when you've seen it all before
it should come as no surprise.

Medici's out to teach me
what I'm worth and how to sell,
but
I'm just a Roman numeral
marching down to hell,

what do I know?
nothing but the stars that shine
the chain gang and the bread line
no fine dining, wining
only the stars that keep on shining
and they're mine.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Glassmuncher
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