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Jul 28
We must have all been there and not known
that childhood is outgrown

If I fall
when I fell
behind the scribbles
I made
I will dwell

and in the house made from a cornflake box
I will take off my socks and bite my toenails,

which we all did at one time
a long time ago
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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