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Sep 3
When the sun shines and your eyes beam and the world seems like a rollercoaster that's the most I could wish for,

I do not want diamonds or gold my riches shall come as we grow old together.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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