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Mar 2023
Tighten your belts up
and **** your guts in
Jesus is coming to get you,

and you thought it was playschool
and your mother was at the gate.

we got time
we can wait

Would you be able to pay now
or shall we'll put it on the slate?

reap what you sow
and you usually do
I go South
just so you know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Ken Pepiton
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