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Dec 2013
How can I be hungry and fed up a the same time?
where's the wine that'll fix me
fill me
**** me
until tomorrow wills me to wake,
how I ache to take you in my arms and kiss you goodnight but you're there, and I'm here hungry and fed up it's doing my head in,but it's all smoke in the glass and these feelings will pass,
maybe it's just gas,
must go to the doctor.
If she sees this I may be in trouble.but I love her even more when I am.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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