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Jan 2014
You have to circumcise me with precision,
don't surprise me
don't close your eyes and tell lies to me,if you cut me I will bleed and I only need you because my religion says,
I must do
well ******* and **** the pope we have been born in a world with no hope and you can't conceive or believe that it's true
that this son born of man is saying, *******,
are we just peripheral to the spherical or can we see through to the satyrs who wax lyrical and do we care?
*******, I'm not there and never was,religion tells me it's because I was unclean,
well
dream on genie and call me Fred Astaire,I've told you before that I am not there and now it's you that doesn't care,
well stick the knife in and let's be fair and cut my ******* so you can wear it on a chain and
pull me towards you
oh what pain,
but you'll enjoy making the boy in me
cry for you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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