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May 11
A witness
witless
shifty eyes
and shirtless

recognised anyone yet?

but
not because I spotted him
or took a shot at him
that's just fake news.

******* emanates
from every
radio wave that permeates
the morning air

so glad I'm here
and not there
wherever there may be.

Still the witness
sat in the Oval
looking Gormless,
what
states we get into.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Nolan Bucsis
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