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Oct 2024
I imagine, still,
racing the wind down the hill,
hair flying behind me
and ahead of me
waiting to catch me
Dad with a smile on his face.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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