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Sep 2015
Of no persuasion or opinion
with no bias or
particular bent,
they swing on the stem,
slender and
when the
combine's away from the fields
how they play
chattering into the ears of corn.
The titmouse, the dormouse, the brown mouse
I
adore mice,
but I am a cat
so I would.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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