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Jan 2016
Glee what glee for the apothecary and me, taking the tops off these bottles that fizz and some of them pop, popping the pills to cure life's ills, drinking in oceans of potions and motions? oh motions are good for me the apothecary says so,
I go under the counter to mount an attack on the stock out the back, but I am as happy can be and it's easy to see, see the apothecary if in doubt.

And after this feast, he prescribes me brewers yeast, good for the blood and the bowels and saves my sight for night owls.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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