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Jul 2019
These are the days that will be someone's good old days and in so many ways they could be right, the future is the night unrolled, the fortunes that were never told, the things you did and then got old, these are the days.

A slipped disc keeps on playing the same old tune, the doctor said, it'll be alright soon just go with the flow, I thought he was *******, haha.

But for us of today,
the good old days
were a long time ago
somewhere along the way.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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