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Aug 23
Oh
well that's fukin fabulous
emergency lights on
because the gas lamps were
old fashioned
and now they've gone

here is me
crying pitifully
got no shilling
for the meter
guv'nor

does he care,
nah
he's too far up his own jacksie
to even think about me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
68
   Nathan Lippmann
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