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Mar 2018
The play times were the best times
times ten
and I remember when
it was playtime all the time
and then the bell rang time
and playtime ended

hair short and grey
but back in the day
it was sunshine on hay,
now
a bit of playacting
tracked in
like mud on my shoes

old and easier now to confuse me
where was I?

Water divining or wine in
a glass for my lady,
baby
we have it all.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Kelly Rose
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