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Apr 2016
Call it what you like but it's caramel to me
and I see caramel that grows in the mountains of a monastery 
and why, you ask me,
caramel?

It's a ritual between a god and man and some say that it's spiritual.

I like to call it caramel.

If it pleases you that the wandering Jew we knew as Jesus walks among us 
then believe it's true,
call him Emmanuel 
I call him Caramel.

When I stand before the final board with a microfiche on which my life and deeds are stored,
they may dwell on why 
and why 
Caramel?

I shall quote from Ezekiel or Ruth, 
the truth?
a lie?
I'll leave them wondering why
and why not 
Caramel ?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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