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Feb 2017
It's never the same when you call her name and it comes back 'name not found'

I was three or four at the garden gate and the back door opened wide
Uncle John and Father with Auntie Anne inside said, 'time for tea'
actually, think I was three.

Four was far away that day and three was good for me
Auntie Anne made soda bread and I had mine with jam
then
mam said back outside to play,
yes
four was far away that day.

I was free back then and did not know how fast time went and how slow it moved.

all in the half a crown that I got for my birthday and spent down the town
and it's never the same again.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   CK Baker
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