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Oct 2015
We walked the B roads slowly and
hunted out the barns at night
worked on farms or building crews
and we
got
things just right.

Not too little is just enough
you don't need stuff you don't need,
just enough for food and beer, but not
enough for greed.

We walked the B roads slowly
and we got there in the end
me and Jackson Oliver,
my one and only friend.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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