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Jul 7
well
I skipped to my Lou
didn't realise it was
square dancing though.

songs that they might have
but never did
so we got rid of them
and now
we're the old men
watching the young men
and thinking
little ******* if I was only
fifty years younger
but then
where would that take us?

She looks at me
like
she's looking at a tree

woodenly

my stomach still knots
and
the butterflies still fly
seems like I am still
that
kind of guy
so
I'll be skipping to my Lou,
until the skipping is through.

yippee ki-yay
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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