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Apr 21
The freckle fairy flew past me
I think my thanks go to Peter
but I like freckled faces

How dare they/them or he/she
fly past me.

In the olden days when gender was the plural of gander
no one would say boo to a goose
but these days
look sideways and all hell breaks loose.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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