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Oct 8
In the army when you pass out they give you a parade,
when I do it at home they leave me on the sofa to sleep it off.

Ruminating,
how does that not sound like
I'm an old goat?

But, ha,
I but a lot of times
but it's allowable
here in my citadel.

Tuesday and I warm my toes
because heaven knows it's
getting colder.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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