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Aug 23
I was loving some o' that heat when some cool cat turned the thermostat down.

Cold and grey suits batshit Britain today
I watch them through the leaded lights with leaden feet all kneeling to receive some blessing,
I never go, I leave them guessing as to what I'm doing and they come to a consensus that I'm stealing lead off the church roof,

I forgive them; they're old and no one ever told them that lead's no longer used on church roofs.

I'm off today
and some say
I've been off for years

can anyone explain to me
that when I'm off
it always seems to rain on me
and not pennies from Heaven either

when the roof caves in
and only the faithful
are saved by him

I'll be with her.
She
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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