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Wish I could run as fast as my nose
the snow's freezing my toes.

It was six below but I didn't know when I stepped outside and then it felt Arctic and I felt a right **** in my t-shirt and shorts.

it's live and learn and burn those bridges, keep warm in this icy spell
and as mam used to say, this isn't good drying weather turn your vests inside out they'll last another week.

hard to imagine now how we never came down with mad cow or some other exotic,
but for
cod liver oil and malt extract we never lacked for anything.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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       South by Southwest and Imran Islam
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