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Feb 2018
Oh no!
not that day today is it?
but why?
and I just looked as
Monday booked him in.

Nothing's as grim as a
Northern town except
perhaps
London Town when the
sun goes down on
Sunday night.

and FYI
why Sunday.
when there's no sun?
just call it the day before
that day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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