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Jun 2015
Up early with the spyglass
on the hill to
see the ships pass.
The sun beams on me
I sparkle
like the blue sea.

I love it here on the hill
where everything
looks clear and yet
still
think
there's something missing.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Phil Lindsey and Nat Lipstadt
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