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May 2021
We'll all go ****** if this carries on
and we'll all break out of our minds.

When you find that your hands are shaking
it's not because you need a drink
which you do,
it's because you need to think
which you won't.

I am imposing upon myself a curfew
which I can do
because I'm not ****** yet,
but I will be
if a way's not found
to set
everyone free.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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