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May 2022
Hanging upside down on an iron beam underneath the bridge didn't seem that dangerous when we were kids, eighty feet above the river now sends a shiver through me, how we never fell remains the big mystery,
we did some crazy **** back then, long before health and safety came along, but we were healthy enough and felt safe enough to do stuff like that,

pinching apples from the Castles Keep, jeez, we could have been branded malefactors and would have been in the older days when they had crueller ways of deterring larceny,
still a ******' mystery to me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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