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Sep 2019
We got to crash out before we burn out and they turn out their pockets to look for the makings, building bonfires and reefers,
we could smoke kippers and not know,

it's getting dark or are my eyes closed?
does the twenty four hour deli sell
bourbon or bonbons?

in distress but we don't care with our park bench address
and the lighting comes free
only the best is and you know the rest is
*******.

We go mad because that's we're the mad go
somewhere on skid row
ask
if you don't know
I did.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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