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Oct 7
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  68/Here and now
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