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Jan 2024
fading into the wallpaper and peeling off the walls
Kilroy in his own way has us by the *****,

They had ***** when I was a boy
ladies and gentlemen dancing with joy
and clamouring for?
they don't even clamour anymore.

A dying language
we're all going Latin
stick that in
your pipe and smoke it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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