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May 27
The difference is that there's no difference at all,
we're one and the same, but
we all play the game and pretend
in that, there is no end to it.

I am you and you are me
and the Beatles put it
so beautifully
but they ****** up
when they split up
and the rest is history.


It's Monday and almost but not quite there yet
I think that I'll get some shut-eye.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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