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May 23
I dreamt that it could have been me
running free,
over the fences, Grand National Day
at Aintree.

strange indeed
it must be something
in the feed
they're feeding me,

imagine that
running free
pay your license
says
the BBC.

*** it
I'm off tomorrow
not sure where
until I get there.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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