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May 2015
One more siren
another day
time for me to get away
escape this fray, but
the silent G niggles me,
why is it there in what the nightwear wore or
the lightning strike?
and I notice in the lightning I can hear the
G, but only at the end when the lightning's struck
at me.

Impossible to say, another siren in the day
and one more reason why
I have to get away.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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