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Sep 2021
When there's too much salt in the water you're drinking,
you're probably drowning,
which is a thought that reoccurs, so pay no heed to me,
I've never been to sea, never had that urge,
but one can drown in London Town,

I see them with hands raised
as if the God they praised would
save them from sinking
or stop others from putting the boot in,
they're drowning
we're drowning
and the Government are just
clowning around.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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