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Aug 2014
There's a playing field inside my head,a
rugby ball,a double bed,a
library,librarian too,
three tigers?
no,
in fact a zoo.
so much goes on inside of there
underneath this mop of hair
it's more than I can really bear,
I wish that bear was in the zoo
inside my head
I really do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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