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May 2022
We all was
wasn't we?

and after was, what became of us,
did was what was destroy us?

Was, was lots of wishes
was water under bridges
was the minute before midnight
was a lover that held you tight,

I was, was once
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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