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Oct 2023
Antiques play hide and seek
I searched high and low
not realising that they're sandstone buttes
oh yeah
Monument Valley's a hoot.

Old is the new word on the block
and most will never arrive
kids out there with their heads in the sand,
will be lucky if they survive.

No one goes fishin' in the dust-bowl
can't harvest a crop that's not there
I never saw that one coming
at times I really despair.

But now I'm at rest in the farmstead
the missus churns milk in the yard
She'll give me what for when She comes in
even at rest life is hard.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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