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Oct 2018
'H' was a friend
worked most of his life
in a dead end job,
liked a drink
and drunk too much,
finally
he lost touch
with reality,
but like me
he
knew where he was going
then he was gone.

sometimes over a beer
I can hear him
spouting nonsense.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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