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Mar 2016
Being
perfect never got me there
distractions however did and when there
perfect was nowhere to be seen.

But I've been there
where perfect never saw
had my hair cut short and
left my locks by the door and
wore out my welcome waiting for
some more.

If the happening is and when it's
perfecting the being and
only then.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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