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Jan 2015
She carves a note into my heart,
Sharp B.
It hurts a bit but then I see
her name and what it
means to me.

With her knife she winkles me,
off the settee and again I can see
her name,
Sharp B.

Life is her key, she
makes music in me
and it's more of her name
I can see.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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