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Dec 1
Gotta work though.

An algorithm
does not make my body sway
you must be thinking of
Mount Gay ***.

I can dance until I drop
or until I've drunk the last drop
only then will I stop
and
dance to the rhythm
of sweet dreams.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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