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Apr 2023
If we don't work
until our backs have been bent
and our bodies are misshapen
and the joys of this life are all
but taken away
how
will we pay the rent?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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