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Jun 2015
I play back on the eight track
but the sound sounds so cold and
now there's the iPod
it's all gone digital
I must be getting old.

I had an eye pad years before
when I was a little scruff
it never played any music
but it made me look
real tough.

The Walkman talkman speaks no more
the Dansette is a relic
of a boom, post-war,
now everything fits in a room six by four,
I must be getting old.

And if they miniaturise me
how tall will I be?
will you still be able to see the
spot on the end of my nose?
God knows, but he don't say
he's a bit like the walkman
really.
I must be getting old.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   ---, Eiliv Advena and Day Wing
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