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Aug 15
I'm going ice skating
when hell freezes over.

there's a breeze
but I thought
She
was blowing in my ear,
dreams
are bothersome sometimes.

I still woke
and not to boast
I'm very good at waking
done it all my life
and
I'd like you to know that
I fully intend to carry on.

Imagine being stuck with me
for all eternity,
She asks
when does hell freeze over?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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