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Aug 2022
Those not plugged into the grid,
like
the trouble makers
the festering questioners
the old age pensioners

we're getting rid of them.

You won't see it on the manifesto
but make no mistake
they will go.

Thursday begins to unwind on the blind side of Friday to come,

everything is done by the clock
timed to the Nth degree
it's beginning to feel like a prison
and some of us want to break free.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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