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Oct 2022
They spoke again in parables
about recurring miracles,
I swear upon the bible that
I think they're all on drugs.

Picking up my bed
I walked
and how the neighbours talked,
said I'd lost the plot
better than Lot losing his wife
I replied.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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