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May 2014
They always come back
to that first line of attack
they never move on,they
never imagine that yesterday's gone.

When they come back
when they attack
with the 'bums rush' the fob off
I say to them,
'*******',
some
pieces of yesterday stay with me
lay with me,stand,fight and
play with me and
I'm okay with that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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