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May 2016
At the clog end of the night
when
daylight is tapping time
and the drummers in my heart
are marching slowly in a line
and my eyes begin to open on
the newness of the day,

I pray to see it through until the end.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  63/Here and now
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