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Jan 15
I took a trip
watched time
let it slip
through my fingers
and
caught fish from the shoreline.

Some stories are colourful
some memories are hazy
some call me crazy,
but my recall's like the recoil
from a Winchester, (the repeater)
sharp and quick.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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