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Jan 28
if the end was to come
and the sun expired
and darkness erupted
but the spires kept on dreaming
you would hear me screaming
from coast to coast
but I wouldn't be the only one.

That steaming rock that keeps us warm
will one day be gawn
or so a Cockney friend tells me
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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