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Jun 2013
I could subtract a little from the fact and factor in some make believe
I could
but the point in telling anything is seeing others think upon and bringing to the table
another fact or one more fable.
I shall persist in this, in case there's something that I missed and I for one just would not sleep
if by perchance I stole to keep a drama and to let it seep out slow from lips that know the fictions that this life can give.
And who could give in more than me who gave in more than once to be
accepted as directed
or directly intercepted by the laughing fates and muses who only choose to slap my face when in foul moods
and I being full of airs and graces decline to comment further on this torture that these ladies would inflict and get more slapped faces (Though one face is all I have)
and being kicked from pillar unto the post my body plays more foot ball than most but I don't care
The Aphrodites must get their share
and share in me they will
not that I mind
in another fact it quite amuses when fate deals me all at once the muses.
Just means I have to watch my diet
can't be bothered dying yet
too much to see
the fates, will me to go on and begone at the same time
and that's confusing
I must get a little more of those there musing
using all my powers of persuasion
I engineer a situation where we sit and flit
from fact to fantasy
and how it is I want it to be
the muses they don't hear me
they're busy
playing bingo.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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