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Feb 2015
The flutter of lashes
smash through the air,
cuts to the chase and
she knows
I'll be there.

The smile says it all,
as I fall,
and her eyes liquid blue
cut to the chase.

Face touching face we
cut to the chase
and the lights go down
in Halifax.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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