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Sep 2015
We all need a touchstone, an amulet, a lucky charm and there's no harm in any of this, if you kiss the witches hand and she grants you just one wish
what would your wish be?

To see for one more time and take another breath before that time is due?

Would you light the candles at a mass believing that will is what will come to pass or kiss a frog and make believe a fairy tale came true?

I have seen beyond the pyramids before the pharaoh,
did that one die?

It maybe that he did, but each dynasty will rise and cry, be wary for the wary try to garner courage from the death and in this death another cry,
I saw then blood bleed from the sky.

I am boxed in, mummified, I cried my woe and know that vices turned on me.
Chinny chin chin may fit the rhyme but ancient as I am I do not have the time for this.
I kiss the Blarney, Stone me I must be barnyard barmy and they're farming me out to 'Soylent Green'
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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