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Apr 2020
For whom the gods would anoint
let them point me in the right direction,
the image shows me true perfection
as through the looking glass I go,
and we've all gone through a thing or two
and lived to tell the tale
we've all been at the devil's door
once and sometimes more.

virtual coins in a virtual offertory
money for old rope or not as the
case may be
virtual salvation for me.
They'll be eating my liver for ever.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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