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Sep 28
They opened me up to take a look and to understand what made me tick, I saw it all on the cameras and boy did it make me feel sick, they prodded and poked and one of them joked, he looks like a slab of pork, I looked at him with his triple chin and thought, Mister, you should talk, you look like a field full of pork.

But they got me fixed and sent me on my way
back to the battle and into the fray.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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