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Sep 2022
You can call them stogies stumps or butts
and they'll still call you nuts for smoking
well
*** 'em because
I came before vegans, vegetarians and isms became mainstream
before everyone and their mother had an allergy
and before colour TV,

Blue and the swirls of smoke choke the barflies.

when I'm gone and forgotten
then and only then,
will I be plant-based?

Sunday is a happy day
let us all kneel down and pray
and hope and
Sunday is a happy day
there's
no way the guillotine will fall today,

I keep my head
I keep my head
while all around me
prayers are being said
but
I still keep my head.

Sunday is a happy day.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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