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Aug 2014
One day
when the nights are long and the Winter's nipping at my skin,
when the time I'm out is far better spent within by the crackling of the
open fire and
the clothes I wear are only there to bear the cold
and I'm old
and I'm grey,
One day but not today
today I weigh in with all I've got,
today I've still got a shot at the moon
but soon it will be
that day.
One day
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Terry O'Leary and Erenn
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