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Sep 2014
On top of tower blocks that stand like shot blast rocks we have pigeons preening,they strut like ***** and breed like rabbits,
but they can fly
rabbits can only try as they're trapped in the glare and they stand still and stare as if the light's an old friend,
boom and that's the end,
shot to the *** and off to make do,
man has to take and rabbits will stew.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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