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2d
what the man looks like
now. Does he have a high
forehead and bushy
eyebrows? Is his grey hair

sticking out of his ears? Can he
hear me loud and clear? Suddenly, he
disappeared. Does he have a beer
belly? Do his pants hang low? Has his

gait turned somewhat slow? Does he
still smile like a cheshire cat? Do
all his jokes still fall flat? Has he
retired? Did he move away? Does he

have someone to hold at night? Is he
OK?? Time doesn't stand still. It moves
on like a freight train, leaving puffs of
billowing smoke and looking glass pane.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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     guy scutellaro
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