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Nov 27
If it never happened to you
be thankful
because there's a world of pain out there.

To get through it
some count the cracks in the sidewalk
some count how many red cars they can see
some like me live life in solitary,
or I did
but it all crowds in again,

I pressed escape on the Dell
and it didn't work
I'm still here,
daren't press full stop because
that might work.

Waiting for Thursday
and someone tells me that she's dead!
when did that happen?
I enjoyed her show.
Is anyone even old enough to remember Mr's Thursday?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
55
     South by Southwest
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