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Feb 2014
The minute I wake
I've one more minute to take another
to wash
One minute to dress
one minute to pray and confess
One minute I guess as I go out the door that my keys left behind me,for
one minute I swore.
One minute's as good as the next minute at best but the minute it strikes five o clock is the best.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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