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Nov 2020
They're all sick and I'm no longer going to the Teddy Bears picnic,

Bugsee grabs me, she hugs me, it bugs me, that's why I called her Bugsee, see?
and she's immune to everything, she's made of polyethylene and very easy to keep clean.

fishin's out of the question when the answer is, tidy the bedroom,
another wish in the well gone to hell.

stay safe
be a hermit
live in a cave.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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