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Sep 11
****** if I do, and I'll be danged if I will not, because between the damning and the danging there's a whole heap left hanging in the air.

That being said, we'll speak of things left unsaid, which will be said when we've unsaid them, but only if we remember them.

the way that things go always to and don't you know
they always do go fro'.

As London unravels
tube travel's out
so
we go out exploring,

when I was a scout
I did that a lot.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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