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2d
Where the wind powers turbines and
old men still smoke Woodbine's
there is little to gain from any future
promises and pain is as plain as the
nose on your face.

Those who knew it
wonder now
what was done to it,
how did things go from
bad to worse?
Shap Fell, is a particularly nice part of the North although in the Winter it can be brutal
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Mike Adam
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