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Jul 2016
' bury the hatchet'
but bury it deep.

I keep a revolver
and call it Fred

I call it the solver

alive or dead

a reward on his head.

I'm an outlaw in for more
trouble.


a spider spins Monday into its web
crissing cross stitching

alive or dead.


I start as I mean to go on
solve Monday with Fred and
bring Tuesday along
by Friday
if nothing's gone wrong

I'll be in Sausalito
eating a burrito
and no one will know
except for you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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