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Dec 2013
The chinwag,carpetbag of nagging mobile phones with tones that make me want to puke,take a look they make me sick,pick a number any number betya someone dumber picks another,brother canya spare a dime,buy me tea I got no time to talk with you and that's what mobiles always do,
take and take put on the brake before we're took,well, *** and that is texty awful **** if you're made that way, say what you think and think no more,a mobile's just another *****,
I swore I wouldn't buy one,try one get one free but the ****** is,
mobiles are me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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