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Mar 2022
I always thought that taramasalata was a Greek way of saying,
bye, see you tomorrow.

nothing to do with this, though it could have been because I've seen the writing on various walls, nefarious spellings by the
know it alls who know ****** all but what the media feed them.

By the way, if you're expecting this piece to go somewhere, you're sadly mistaken, somewhere was taken away to somewhere I know nothing about,

I'll be taken away too by the white coat army when they find out I'm batshit barmy but they haven't found out yet.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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