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Sep 30
Everything went in the cup
and surely it would have runneth over
if only I'd remembered to put the water in.

Life's a bit similar to a board game,
at times we get bored with it
but play it just the same.

She,
the best half of me
gave me a gift when I got home which is
a place where the sun always shines,

unexpected,
the loveliest things always are
and are better by far for that.

Life's like that too
we never know when or with who
we'll be happy
until we find the one
or the one finds us
until then
we're only living.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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