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Jan 2022
I have gone out with fine ladies who wore diamond studded sari's and we talked about Rabindranath Tagore
and I have taken tea in Assam with a friend who kept his mask on, it
didn't seem to worry him at all,
and there's a lot to be said for having breakfast in bed, depending, of course, on who you're with.

This could be the truth, it could be a song, it could be why my life went so terribly wrong.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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