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Feb 2014
The bells.oh ***** I'm at St Paul's and wandering through its bible dust along the halls where many have gone and must like me have thought,'how do I get out of here,I'm caught in the preachers net?.
Oh beget,begat what the hell is that,what on earth does anything mean,what If God's not a King at all,
what if God's a Queen?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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