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Aug 2015
Everyone went
the embankment was full,
the river raced by the
slow clouds in the sky,
the pull of the crowd
the smell of the day
the way that we went on
the embankment when
Summer sent wings for our
feet.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   ---, Diane and PoetryJournal
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