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Dec 2015
Ate chocolate,
drank too much.
Christmas time is
such a joy.

Where's the boy known as
the sun of man
Mary's child
the son of Stan?

Caught up in traffic,
what a loss
missing this,
he'll be cross.

I had a swell time
for a Brit,
stood in the front line,
I did a bit
of cheer and played charades
parading this way that 'till
someone guessed.

The best games are framed simply in
the faces
of the young
and us older one's
had the most fun.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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