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Nov 2021
When everything seems to be out of order,
a
for ****'s sake
seems to be in order,

I'm thinking of taking my business elsewhere,

and if you're thinking,
'somewhere over the rainbow?'
don't
that place is crowded,

I'm thinking of a desert isle,
where
'I could while away the hours'
oh
that's there
isn't it.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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