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21h
Tonight, there is no  chance of me venturing forth
I have a fifth of bourbon, a quart of ***
and
when that's done
I will be too.

Anyway it's persisting it down outside
while inside it's cosy and warm and dry
I might try a cocktail,

She says,
we've got cocktail sausages,
are there any twiglets?
No, She replies.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Blue Sapphire
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