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Oct 2022
When do the clocks change
and what do they
change into?

They'll play my song as long as the seconds move along and the minutes will click their thumbs in time,
the second hands will clap because they're quite good at that
but when they change and change they will it'll be a bitter pill to swallow.

I might change course and go to Harlow or even Wickford.,
that's where I met Mary Pickford and if you don't believe me ask Deeley, he's a cat you know and owned by the Shy Yeti show or as owned as a cat can be.

I regress or digress some time in distress or that dress, no judging mind be kind.

that's it
all done
catchya on thec
next tide.

Paul Chandler please apologise to Deeley and of course all royalties to said cat.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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