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May 24
Two days off
I can barely contain my excitement.

I can still hear the heartbeat of the street,
and measure my pace accordingly, I
move quietly and carry a big stick.

there's too much being said about nothing
of which I know a great deal.

Happiness is not a cigar called Hamnet
that's its brother.

And that's as random
as my lottery numbers
god bless them.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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