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Jan 2016
My word which by the way is shaken unstirred is
my bond.

Although I am fond of shooting my mouth off
I always defer to her.

If not
there's not a lot I can be or can do and she says,
'who are you kidding kiddo'

I
have some kudos in there and she is wiling to share with me,
what is it more than this I can be without her by my side?

This day which becomes yet one more day and I pray becomes yet one more is one more day to adore
the favours bestowed on me.

Oh
it could be so different and this I know,
In the heart of my heart if that's possible she is the one that to me is most probable and
the cause of my love and it's impossible
to explain.

So
I am tied by the bond and my word,
If you've heard it before you've never heard it from me,
it's new
she knew
before I did.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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