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Mar 2016
The body of evidence
lays lonely
hidden from sight by the endless and timeless and unless I'm mistaken
ready to be taken in the hearse to the home where all evidence lies gathering dust.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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