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Sep 2021
We wondered for who when the trumpets blew and then we wondered no more, as one by one they fell away and walked right out of the door,

Fckin saviours
ten a penny where I come from
even then they are overpriced.

but we see what we see and no one wants to see that,
we look anyway because we can't look away.

I'm nearly done here
no
I am done.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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