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Mar 2016
When you fly at 27,000 feet
you really don't need
to be thinking at
ground level.

Seven forty seven getting
closer to a heaven
if there is one.

I truly believe
there's a trick up his
sleeve,
this is the cross
that I bear.

But I'll get there
to Hong Kong,
gonna
play me some
mah jong and
sit in the Hyatt
Hilton hotel.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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