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Sep 16
A quarter of the day has already gone, and if you're still in bed you can't wonder what's wrong with your life.
get up
dress
exercise
destress
impress your neighbours with the grunts and the groans
shake off the shivers as you move them old bones,

I can imagine
and I often do as I stay curled up in bed thinking about you, and if a quarter of the day has gone, there are still three quarters to come,
have some fun and quit worrying.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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