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Oct 2015
I notice these things,
the way that she smiles as she sings
the ***** of her *******
it's best when she notices me
noticing her,
I am not one to stare, but I do
I can see through walls or so
she says, but it
pays to be attentive and
I give her attention
not that this gives me kudos
she was adamant about this.
I am the boss she allows me to be,
but we all now the truth and who wears
the trousers in this family.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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