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Feb 2014
Must not,must not,will not,got not choice the inner voice persists,
insists on having things its way and I have got no say in that.I am
trapped in the flat monotone of a drone in my head and everything that's said
I have to listen to.
My ears are turning blue with suggestions based on baser instincts,I think the
whole thing stinks but there's nothing I can do.
The passing years has not mellowed it,it still gives me a lot of **** but if I sit and hold my head between my hands and pray it doesn't have a lot to say but I can't stay like that all day.
I have no choice but to move and listen to the voice.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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