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Jul 2015
Just squints at the Sun and
Isis,
on her run to the sea
just
squints at
me.

There are diamonds in the cobblestones and
dead shoes walking
dead men's bones.

In the tests that time can throw at you,
just
squints at the Sun,
Isis passing on through until
the day is done.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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