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Jun 2014
Life is one big probably not
but life is the only thing we've got
and they can't take that away,
or can they?

We get wrapped up,strapped down
bounced around
like a ******* clown
and we just smile,
while
they steal away our day and as
if that's not bad enough
they
stuff us into pigeonholes
steal our souls and
do we care?
we do not,because
this life is all we've got and they
know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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