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Jan 12
Self
corruption, destruction,
must believe in the self.

If I'm going to hell
I'm taking the detour.

Sunday and the prophets arrive
but
only nine to five and
double time too.

It all has a price
and it's sometimes so nice
how can I refuse?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Khoisan and Heidi Franke
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