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Aug 2016
A crease runs from left to right,
diagonally,
but I constantly look at the
Box Brownie picture to
remember the agony
which is some form of therapy or
so the therapist tell me.


I'm improving
but nothing's proved yet
and the older I get
the better I feel I will be
or so the therapist tells me

but she would wouldn't she?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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