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Feb 27
We're all on the same road and
we'll all get weighed out at the end.

and you can fidget all you like
you can walk or go on a bike
but
you'll all reach the barrier that only
lifts for the ferryman and you'll all
pay for the crossing unless you can
learn how to swim.

Hotel California...dreamin'

and if we swim what then?
back to the same old again?

here,
there are more knives than forks in the road,
too many bandits who'd like to lighten your load
be watchful and wary,
he said nothing can scare me
but he hadn't met Cerberus yet.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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