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May 2017
.....had you but known..
..would you have whistled so gaily?
drooled over page three of a national daily?
too late for regrets
all bets are null as you head for the void.

There are always works in progress that's why it's so good.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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     Me, Robin Goodfellow and Sisilia
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