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Jul 2016
People we rely on like

clothes that we try on

don't always fit.




I sit the next dance out

wonder

what life is all about

but

she wants to take to the floor.




so I do a slow foxtrot

a spot of the tango

and I know

where that leads me to




into her chamber where

the barrel points at me

and her finger on the trigger

ready to pull,
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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