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Feb 2014
It goes on for as long as it will or as long as the will is quite strong and when the will fails
everything tails off,all bets are void and whatever it was that buoyed me up disappears,
for years I have wandered through wills which I've squandered and thoughts such as these bring me to my knees and my will falters.
and for years I have searched,have lurched here and there to find someplace where my will can be free,
not to be
for we the proletariat have decided that all wills will be held in probate .

Then let them fornicate or ******* I ******* hate them all
I am not we
I am me
me alone
my Island
my home
******* ifya don't like it
I don't give a ****
I am
me.
oops another out loud moment.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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