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Sep 2021
I make light of it but I wonder why is it that when sixty-five is the new forty, 9 pm becomes midnight.

when I was young, which came before the egg by the way,
things were certainly different,
old was anyone over five feet three and posh was anyone on the black and white TV,

everyone today wants to be sixteen or influencers on Tik-Tok,
all I wanted to do was to watch Dixon of Dock Green.

Things could be worse though
I know that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     ---, Inkdrop and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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