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Aug 2021
When I look back on it
it hurts just for a little
and I think, cringe, ****!
was that really me?

I wanna say to
the girls who walked
through me and to those
girls who knew me
and the ladies who blew me away,
yesterday
was a long time to learn in and
the shame of it still burns today.

Times we meandered at the back
of the bike sheds,
kissing and canoodling
while life was just poodling along
and we never thought it a waste
didn't believe it was wrong
but
it was always a
so long
it was fun and the sun set a
thousand times more as we
were wore down,
being whittled away by
the workings of man and the time in
the day,

just the way that we were
and I think we still care
about that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Brett
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