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Feb 4
With a name like Victor
I thought he would have been braver,

today was pretty much like working in the geriatric unit
all that moaning and coughing and begging Jesus to save him
and he's only got a touch of the 'flu
but what could I do?
well
I gave him a tissue and said bless you
about a million times,

I'm off to drown my sorrows in *****
and tomorrow's another day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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