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Oct 2024
One needs to look no further than the nose that juts from your face, that which you seek you will find and you’ll find it in the same place,

because I remembered that I forgot but then forgot what I’d remembered,

It could be that or it might be this, She says, never mind dear, and gives me a kiss,
some things I never forget to remember.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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