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Mar 2014
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tete a tete in Bishopsgate and bankers flock to nine o clock,
trading floors and trading ****** bonded to the company stores
and we're all tied to deals they make and still tied by the deals they break,it takes a special kind of man to formulate this master plan to keep us in subservience,we servants will forever be
pawns to their(duplicitous) meritocracy.I would say **** 'em all ,but I said that once before and now they walk all over me as they walk across the trading floor.
I guess it's breakfast down at Tiffany's, passing those poor folk brought to their knees,
Jeez
I'm getting hungry.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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