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Jan 2024
Soon I'll get old
and become like a ghost,
the wind will blow through me
nobody will visit me
the cat will ignore me
and I'll just be waiting
for history to envelop me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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