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Oct 30
Free as they fall from the tree but then they end up being pureed or mashed up to be served up on a plate.

Fate is that we wait and see, the chestnuts could be you and me.

Christmas ain't all that it's cracked up to be.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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