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Mar 2017
I could send myself a memo
but
to where I do not know,
never knew a place I stayed at
didn't know a place to go.

I can remember most things mostly
but
there's others slip the net
I do
wish I'd wrote that memo
as an aid to not forget.

being old is no excuse
for the man who's not obtuse
????????er
what
was I saying?
help me out here
oh wait
there's a memo in the tray it
says
I have a place to stay,
now I know where I am going
this must be my...

**** I forgot again haha.
it's not the end of the world until it's the end of the world.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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