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Sep 2021
We become live bait on a live feed
the next generational need,
the old weeded out
the weak thrown out
look without paying and you'll
be shown out,
the door of
life's just a peekaboo we go through,
it doesn't lead anywhere and if it did
where would it go?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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