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Jun 2015
Twenty five years
tomorrow,
a quarter of a century but
dad's been there
behind me
watching out for me,
it never seems to me
that he's not here,
Woodbines and a pint of beer,
the scent still lingers
fingers on my shoulder
guiding me and
I got older
suddenly by
a
quarter of a century.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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