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Jun 2016
A transition so swift that
lifts me from one dream and
drops me
dopily
into wakefulness
which is another dream
unless
I'm mistaken.

If I'm taken alive
it'll be
name
rank and
serial number
until they torture me.

and then
I'll sing like a canary.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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