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Jan 2014
The chance that you would throw away could be the chance to make someone's else's day, so don't say that you were never told to hold on tight to what you might or might not..are you bold enough,
old enough,to cold to warm the cockles of your beating parts,have you joined those other old farts who do nothing but moan about this,that,the price of fish,have you forgotten how to wish?
Chances are that you have not,just forgot the way,how it was when back in the day you could stay up and dream all through the night of love and romance,
what are the chances now,
how do you live when you've forgotten how?
chances are you'll never know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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