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Oct 2023
The rain is driving so why am I walking?
oh
he's talking gobrot again
says my old friend in the back seat of the
Winter Gardens theatre and hotel/bar

considering how far I've come
I think talking gobrot is more fun
than talking sense
especially to backseat hecklers.

bearing that in mind
I'll find my own way out.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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