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Jul 2016
The scenery's changing
that much I can see
and something is moving
I don't think that it's me

light turning blue
but that may be you
the scenery's changing
I don't think that it's me.

I am trapped in the moment
where each minute's delay
is
caught in the hourglass
watching me pray.

The scenery shifts
and drifts slowly away across
an expanse of sea

something is changing
I don't think that it's me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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   Terry Collett and Sam Temple
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