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Sep 2022
It's only forty eight paces to your place
from my garden gate to your door,
and
you sit there and wonder about me
and think what the **** is he waiting for.

those forty eight paces could be forty eight years
and I cannot take them until I've conquered my fears
I wonder if you'll want to wait.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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