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Oct 2023
You end up running faster and faster to stay in the same place
that's how they **** you, regurgitate, pontificate, what a sorry state and when we can run no more we;ll be shown the door, it's nothing new, I've seen it all before.

The sun is shining and there's **** all they can do about that, yet, but one day I'm just as sure they will find a way to ***** the lid down on every sunny day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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