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Sep 2017
Half starved by the cold
or is it old age creeping in?

is time pulling the pin
on me?

will the crack shot shoot back
or accept his lot?

I have still got questions that
need answering
so
time's not
pulling the pin
on me yet.

This son of a gun has
love
keeping him young and
nothing creeps past me
that's going to outlast me

not yet anyway.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Eiliv Advena
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