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Sep 2013
In the house which sits atop the hill where Jack lived when he married Jill a light burns on the window sill and shines out to the man below,who waits to go and get a ladder,steal Jill away so he can add her to his collection of fairy tales.
Not everything was sugar and spice there were more slugs and snails than anything nice.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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