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Nov 29
I'd do the shopping and then I'd stop in if I had my way, to sit and to wait maybe even hibernate until Spring, but She has a thing about idleness and doing nothing is not on her menu.

She puts me through my paces even though I pull faces,
I hope that the wind doesn't change.

Imagining one day I will have my way
Oh glory be
She wouldn't like that
at all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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