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5d
About this time which was that time then when I thought it was about time I made my move because I was in the groove, and then the needle stuck and *** me the record replayed the same melody over and over.

always
and the female cop in the car said pull over, I said no, it's a sweater, I bet her pulse quickened as I sped away,
and about this, I remained quiet until now

She still follows me how
is that possible?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     South by Southwest
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