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Sep 2021
You won't laugh as the night falls
when all blood in your cells freeze
and the nine degrees of Dante
seem so real,
how do you feel about it now,
hot and bothered
are you bothered?
I'm not bothered because
I'm down to the sixth and only
three more to go.

been there and done it
lost it and won it
but
there's no fun in it
anymore.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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