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Aug 2016
I love it when the Sun falls down
and wraps me lightly in its
glove,
just love it.

and when the evening slows the day
when children ***** off from their play
and a bit of quietness hits the coming
of the night

you've got to love it,
right?

I was children long ago
back when
times were hard,
but we never minded
we weren't blinded by
the shine,

we were busy
just enjoying
with no sense
of time.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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