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Apr 2023
Slumbering, with a silent S, my way to salvation and realising that getting old is getting old, so, time for something different, time to wake these bones and jiggle,
I used to jiggle when I was little but I grew weary, now, my second childhood just gave me a good kickin' as it kicked in,
so, yes,
so what?
well, laughter isn't too bad a start
and foolish games play some small part
and really,
if you're young at heart,
the sky's the limit.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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