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Jan 8
there was sleet and I was
shivering, my fingers tingling
and my eyes sparkling,
my breath almost freezing,
but I breezed on home knowing
that I'd get warmed up by her smile.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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