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Nov 2022
but the crooked remained crooked
weighting the scales
giving short measures,

and we poor fellows
always coming off the ropes
punch drunk dopes
thinking we're he-men stumbling
blindly on
knowing the truth but believing
the con.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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     sofolo, SCHEDAR and j a connor
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