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1d
If that wasn't a goose then it was certainly geese
and sheesh
flew underneath the window sill,
they're likely to **** someone
with that attitude or altitude
and the dude next door said,
geese are what dinners are for.

I'm going to make my wish
upon a chicken's bone
which is not the funny bone,
well
not for the chicken.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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