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Jun 2022
They forgot to mention the sand storms, the mosquitos, the scorpions and god knows what else is lurking out there in the cultural desert.

I am not just a number said numero uno
secretly pleased at being placed first.

Hey,
don't pull a face
it's Sunday
and
preachers gotta preach.

Remember,
if you're in a three-legged race with one arm tied behind your back playing blind man's bluff and holding a spoon with a boiled egg on it, it's either Easter or you're dreaming.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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