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Jun 13
Ten hour shifts
not for the faint-hearted
and definitely not for me,
but She says,
baby
faint heart never won fair lady,
so
I win, I think,

One-nil to me.

She puzzles over this
I blow her a kiss
and slip back into the
dream.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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