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Jan 2014
She,

skipped over the paved blocks
and came to a stop.

Are we playing tag today
or are you going fishing
again?

I wanted to say
tag
but I was ten
so I said
fishing.

Oh.

but you can help me to dig up
some worms
for bait.

Great..she said.

When it started to rain
and the
fish weren't biting
I bit my lip
and said,
wished I'd played tag.

She smiled and said,

I know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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