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Feb 7
Friday
and though not on a desert isle with Crusoe
with the sun beating down on me,
I could be,
but no
here I am on a carton of land being led by the hand to who knows where and I swear on the book of who gives a... shucks! is that the time?

Coffee.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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