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Mar 2015
On the stair,
'is there anyone down there?'
as if they're going to reply,
don't even know why
I asked.

In the dead of some night, some might try to find me, some come and behind me, the last of the day filters slowly, some say,
'that's the price I must pay,
I find some place I can stay, some place I can play the same game,
it's a frame of the mind, a find in the finding of me, a place I can be on the top of the stair, asking,
'is there anyone there'.
dare anyone answer?
is there someone below who I do not know
is there someone down there?

In the dead of some night
I am dead and I'm right on
the target.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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