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Jun 30
Sunday comes along with priests and nuns and the sun's nowhere to be seen.

I wanted a second opinion, they gave me the third degree

I wanted to see what the holy one saw and they only showed me the door.

and there we have it
it's becoming a habit.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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