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Sep 24
The lid's hanging off
the door is askew,
we're all a bit loopy
and that includes you

whatever pills you take
be they blue, white or red
you know you only take them
because you're going off
your head,

and I'm sitting here quite sane in the rain
waiting for the sun.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Carlo C Gomez
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