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Feb 2015
Colours black,
fades
back
to white milk night.
Though blind of sight I
hear the falls,
the cataracts call in
colours black.,
On the board
knight backs night.
Checkmate
Right?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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