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Aug 2013
How they acquit themselves.
spit and ******* wrapped in dung
and flung out to the waiting press.
It's a flaming mess
make no mistake
we cannot take
what is not ours.
More flowers of our Nations youth
one more unsubstantiated truth
and we all fall down.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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