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Feb 2016
See how the clouds are blown
across the blue sky
and how high the birds fly,
I can't fly I'm a flea
and I flee in the face of
adversity and the adverse weather that
affects me.

Wish I was a bird though or
a cloud.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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