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Jun 2016
The day that God died
was a Thursday
not one in the congregation tried to save him

perhaps they expected a miracle
which would have been a
miracle
had one happened

Now God had been a smiter
and done his fair share
of smoting
I'm
noting here
that this was acceptable
for the one
indivisible.

I'm just miserable
we never met
but
if it is as they say
that heaven's
just a moment away
there is hope
that we will.

and if hope survives
all is not
lost.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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