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Dec 2024
It seems that after you've done your training in the army
they give you a passing-out parade,
no one gives me a parade when I pass out,
seems a tad unfair to me.

We have loved some and lost some
and this year's been a long one
and if you need this
here's a kiss
to remind you that I survived,

buzzin' about like a blue-arsed fly
and doing so only to try not to die
or it might be the pills that the Doc'
is so keen on,
him thinking it's something else
that the old will get hooked on,

I dunno
never will,
She says to me
take a pill
and the year ends
as years tend to do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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