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Sep 20
I got here to this year
don't ask me how
but I have a cracking view
from my bifocals,

the locals call me Methuselah
and that confuses her
because she thinks I'm only
thirty-four.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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