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Aug 2021
but Covid's a different kettle of fish or is it that horse of a different colour?
whatever, it's different and that is all I need to feed the monsters of my imagination, but if it was a horse I could at least ride away, ha, knowing my luck it'd be a flamin' rocking horse, real horses are rarer than rocking horse **** where I live.

Wednesday, that neither here nor there day, what could possibly go wrong?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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