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Jun 2015
The sun shines out loud in the kipper tie sky as clouds of orange peel puffs drift slowly on by,
If I got as high as that kite up on Parliament hill
I could chill with the zest of it, taste of the best of it, but I'm stuck here and down in it
watching as the day goes slowly away from me, hoping there'll be some of it left for my tea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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