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Jan 2023
Get it into your head,
it'll never last,
and that is what they said,

but so far, (touch wood), so good
and yet I always count my chickens when foxes are on the sly and
I'm told,
never count your chickens, and I have to wonder why.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     irinia and Sheila Haskins
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