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Aug 2016
It was about twelve hours later and the sun was on the wane
I awoke to find i'd slept the whole day through again.

nothing new
but nothing good ever comes from tardiness and sloth
both
of us know it.

I fastened to my tie pin a hint of her blue eyes
and in my heart a memory of the night and of our cries.

A man must do what a man can do
if he must then so can I,
but I'd die for a dime
to spend one more time
with the lady of my dreams.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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