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Jul 1
Bob
Those who built empires
dream now in the shadows of
church spires.

One day
we'll all be equalised
because every one of us dies,

what a helluva price to pay.

I think that I've had a win
if I can open my eyes
and begin
as I mean to go on.

At last,
the drawbridge comes down
the weekend's in town
and I have a seat for the show.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  66/Here and now
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