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Dec 2023
It could have been me who was up at a quarter past three and when I checked in the mirror it was,
what a time to be alive or thirty-two or over sixty-five.

I picked myself up from the floor because the medications kicked in like never before,
moving on.

There's a siren, no sea, it's a cop car but not for me,
one more victory and it's only ten past four.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     CJ Sutherland, G Alan Johnson and Pax
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