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Oct 2021
Squeaking doors which sound for all the world to me like a parcel of mice setting out for a party,

Oil would cure them
oil cures everything
even poverty
apparently,
but you'd have to ask
Sheik Yamani
to be absolutely sure.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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