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Jun 18
When you 'give a little whistle' and nothing happens.
not going to believe in Fairy Tales, Josey Wales, Vapour Trails or any ship that sails on an incoming tide.

And now I'm waking up and it's only Tuesday, should have done a Rip Van, twinkled like the star I am,

She gives me the eye that says to me without a word, 'absurd'

I think so too but don't say because that won't make it any less of a Tuesday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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