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Nov 2016
You're
younger and fitter,
you *******
I'm bitter and
who wouldn't be?

If I am the ebb tide and you are the flow
where can I go
the scrapheap?

but what's the hurry
I may not like what I see
but
I see
and that's a luxury.
moseying along as we do and thinking in curved lines.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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