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Dec 2013
I have seen these leagues I walk spread out and life,about which is true,I once knew upon a time,a long long time ago. depleted now, almost deleted how?
I still walk,breathe, talk,the mirror stills.
The stone that breaks and dust that blows in wind that blows and who knows who'll be next to break?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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