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Dec 2015
I find that I find I can't find what I'm looking for,
it happened before when I've looked high and low,
and now
I find that I find even less than I found when nothing was lost.

I am lost
I admit it,
up **** creek
without a map,
krap,
(pun intended)

I'll find a way to find the way to find my way out.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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