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Jan 2015
I walk for miles,
cross fields,
climb stiles and
sit beside the flowing stream.
A recurring dream from which
I always wake
exhausted.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   --- and Rachel Lyle
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