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Aug 2015
A coating of dust over the memories,
the rocking horse,
so silent now
no back and forth or to and fro,
no laughter to throw to the wind,
aloft in the loft where yesterdays go
and a coating of dust to keep warm.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  62/Here and now
(62/Here and now)   
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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