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Sep 2015
Three score old and full of cold
and medicine's
a sin,
so
it's Mothers ruin for me today to
wash the symptoms clean away
and
age they say
is just a figure,
a numeral to keep in mind,
I'll remember that next time I find
another wrinkle,
underlined in bloodshot eyes
full of cold
three score old,
but I am told
it's not
a
permanent condition.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     --- and Impeccable Space Poetess
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