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Jul 2021
Bo'
jangles the freedom key
the get out of jail free,
the do not pass within two metres of me key
and we think, every one of us
think that we are being freed.

I need a rest,
not a holiday
just a rest,

have a test,
have a test
take the jab
take the..
..gab, gab. gab
take another jab.

they're just chipping away at me
spinning the line that we'll all soon be free.

these are the dark ages
the pages you can't see
but if you believe that you're free
or that you'll soon be freed
you don't need me to tell you
anything.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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