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May 24
She asked me if I walked here when I was waiting for the train,
I said,
can you be more specific so she asked me the same thing again.

I must be getting old because she looked like she was seventeen,

anyway it was another questioneer for the old folks walking here,

I wish they'd leave me the *** alone
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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