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May 2014
Misery was just one emotion he displayed and he did that very well,garnished with gold braid,black ties around his sad black eyes and his mouth a subtle shade of puce,
'what use'I asked,'to be like that'
he answered, flat and monotone with one almighty groan he said,
'I'm being fed on bread and jam and I am not a happy man'
but then he changed,arranged his face into a smile,
'I do misery only for a while,otherwise these sad black eyes look even worse'
Averse to any change I asked him if he could rearrange the feature on his face in some other place,he just said,
'No'
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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