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Jan 2014
At ten minutes to eight in a state of weightlessness,weighing less than I did,having got rid of my soul,I am on the whole
dissatisfied.
Though I tried to hang on and prove that the devil was wrong,the temptation was great and at a quarter to eight I gave in,and
sold off my soul for a portion of sin with plenty of sauce and now
of course
I regret this mistake and at five before eight weighing nothing at all
I fall.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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