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Nov 2022
In the disenchanted forest
nothing much grows anymore
except for avarice and greed,

but everyone has an axe
to make their random attacks

faerie tales are different now,

Jack said,
**** the beans
I'm keeping the cow,
giants run amok as
little boy blue puts on
a frock
and Tom Thumb says,
hey
guess what I pulled out,

the three little pigs used semtex
Mary, Mary, practised safe ***
and
I'm not sure what happened to
Wee Willie's winkie
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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