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Feb 26
She helped herself from the buffet pulled up a pouffe and sat down with the family to talk over the tragedy of what happened to poor Uncle Bill.

I thought that was a mouthful as she took a mouthful of Auntie Jemima's salmon souffle,

She said I can't talk if I have nothing to say
I said you talk buckets of nothing every day

that's why I'm in the doghouse.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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