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Jan 2022
It was Thursday
my beard was still growing
the dog on the corner was growling
it had just started snowing
and the wind was howling,

I was prowling through memories
in my old fashioned plimsolls,
finding diamonds in diaries I thought
were long lost.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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