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Sep 2023
Running around in circles
following the hands on the clock
and guess who picked the second hand?
yep.
it was me the bleedin' old crock,

they said,
put him out of his misery
or at least put him out to grass

I told them to kiss my ***
whose name is Neddy, by the way.

Thus ends another
which is one way to call it a day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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