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Jun 2020
Bobby,
sat in a wheelchair
stares vacantly,
half of him here
and half elsewhere.

I knew him years ago
when he was a lad
running wild
liked a smoke
always good for a joke

now
sat in that wheelchair
after the stroke,
too weak to speak
he's still Bobby
though.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Michael Stefan
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