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Oct 2021
..and so,
we end up in a cemetery,
eternity *****,

trying to swap for a corner plot with that dour bag on bones, Jones,
I even offered him ten bucks, the miserable ****** said no
and so,
them ******* squirrels,
they're watching my nuts,
I'm
sick to the guts
of being here,

I've lain here for half a century
there is no one to visit
no one to mention me,
ending up in a cemetery
is the pits.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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