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Sep 2021
I'll be saved once again down in Stratford
if I repent and go down on my knees,
but it's a toss-up between two religions
and I wonder which one I should please.

Jesus holds court up in Nero's
and the saints do their stuff
while in Pret'
I'm sat on the steps
listening to all of God's rep's
but
still watching the girls passing by.

When I die where I'll go is a mystery
one
worthy of Maigret or Holmes,
but I guess I'll end up in the graveyard
as a pile of old broken down bones.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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