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Feb 2013
There I was..
Running about like a blue arsed fly.
Then I stopped
And wondered
Why?

Now
I'm taking it easy it pleases me no end.
I spend my days in that haze of being lazy
It's crazy..I know
But sometimes
You just got to
Take it
Slow.

I was never a blue bottomed bluebottle
(and throttle rhymes with that..but I'm not using it)
Life's not full of ****
Well maybe a bit but mostly it's good.
And I'm sure if you could and you can..
..come lay with me on the beach..get a tan
You ain't got to hurry..no worry..
I'll wait
Contemplate
And rest.
And I'm the best..
..at that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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