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Dec 2017
When it's cold and she takes hold of my hand,
transports me to a wonderland and I
forget
the rain
the sleet,
the snow
and all that I know is,
she is holding my hand.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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       EgoFeeder, Tammy M Darby and Terry Collett
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