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Jun 27
mine?
like a nuclear bomb
a magnitude of eight
but
I knew it'd be great.

Sunshine sometimes beats Moonshine
in a game of rock, paper, scissors.

aye here I be
waiting to see
what tomorrow brings.

'put him down'
shouts the clown at the back
no one listens
either to him or to me,

waiting to see
what tomorrow brings.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   G Alan Johnson
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