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Jul 2019
Never ending stream of people constantly passing
me by all seem to be In a
such hurry and I'm
thinking slow
down take It
or you'll run yourself Into
the ground and you will
then end up like me for
when younger I was just
till I opened my eyes to what was happining the rat race we call working life but retired now but nothing to show for
efforts over the years a pension that hardly pays the bills let alone buys food all and everything that
gone through my working life and just continues on Into retirement so I still ask what the Hells It all
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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