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Nov 12
Not sure if I ever knew or even if I wanted to until you came waltzing in.
..and we slow danced around the question that we knew was on our lips.
one day all memories will become a song we sing to bring us comfort in our twilight years.

I, once again, am away to work my little socks off which doesn't get my rocks off but one cannot win them all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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