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(20 minute poetry) There's more to this than greets the eye meeting strangers passing by all asking why? don't ask me I wouldn't know I wash dishes in Soho. Here is where we are and like it or not it's a 'far better place' at this funereal pace on a warm day in June soon or as soon as the chickens come home to roost we might get that financial boost that Cameron (now gone) was bangin' on about. Let's go forward through hail and shine into this wonderful isle I call mine and mine's a large spiced *** (gotta be shipshape when the pirates come) and come they will 'King of the hill?' but not for much longer.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
Life's little surprises
(20 minute poetry) There's more to this than greets the eye meeting strangers passing by all asking why? don't ask me I wouldn't know I wash dishes in Soho. Here is where we are and like it or not it's a 'far better place' at this funereal pace on a warm day in June soon or as soon as the chickens come home to roost we might get that financial boost that Cameron (now gone) was bangin' on about. Let's go forward through hail and shine into this wonderful isle I call mine and mine's a large spiced *** (gotta be shipshape when the pirates come) and come they will 'King of the hill?' but not for much longer.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
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