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Feb 27
Lots of bodies channeling
trying to get their MoJo's in
some like me are whistling
because I don't like channeling.

And what's a man like me to do?
shuffle off to Kathmandu?
wish and hope that things come true
is
that all a man like me can do?

She whispers sweet nothings
which turn into somethings
and everything
works out okay.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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