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Mar 2022
not one that I know,
but not far away
as the crow flies

and
the cries,
their desperate calls
appear to fall on deaf ears.

There used to be a catalogue,
Sears and Roebuck,
and in the old days
for a sawbuck
you could buy your
home defence.
that's gone
worst luck.

I see no good in this
no one could in this
but what we will all have
to live with are the
consequences of this.

I think it's always about
who's got the biggest *****,
yeah
I know,
it's just a ******* contest
but
we'll all get wet in the end
Unreal City from the Wasteland. TS Eliot
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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