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Mar 2022
If this was a film we'd re-shoot it
if it was a computer we'd reboot it,
a point of order and we'd moot it
but it's not and we have to
get on with it,

there are no refunds
actually, there are no funds at all,
and for that
look to those in and about Whitehall,
yeah
that lot who swig Moet and scoff
potted caviar at the Freeloaders arms
also known as the
Strangers Bar
and that lot are definitely strange.

We try to spin things out
but things have already been spun,
we compete in this three-legged race
and the ****** thing has already been won.

I'd go fishing if she'd let me off the lead
take a book to read and while I go to seed
think of better days.
Axes to grind, while you wait.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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