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Aug 2023
Lead the drunkard to water
and
some silly sod
will turn it into wine,

but it's not what's in the cup that will **** you
it's the inevitable passing of time.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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