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Jan 2023
Thinking it was the dawn cracking but it was my bones uncurling after sleep and now I'm set at least for the day, coffee on the way, trousers freshly pressed, I may even get dressed, but I could easily nod off again and it's only Wednesday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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     Irem, irinia, Little Bear and Miss
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