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Jun 2023
If only Saturday was an elastic band we could stretch it out a bit more, the Lancashire in me says now, that'd be grand, but it's not and it's Sunday. a hangover's not a fun day and yet being sober, industrious and boring I am not suffering at all.

In my dreams, she often wakes me and takes me on journeys as she glides across my lips, I am a ship on her sea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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