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Dec 2021
I feel the winter sharpening my eyes,
my nose now knows that when the icy wind blows
it will be blown too,
noses know
no, they really do.

and yet as sharp as my eyes are they cannot cut through the snow, it's a good job that my feet know where to go,
feet know,
no, they really do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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