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Aug 2016
the water at five was up to my neck
the rain was bucketing down
the river was rising quite clearly
and about to submerge
the town.

A cow floated past
a weird look in her eyes
as if it was my fault,
the biggest surprise was
yet to come

the water rose higher and sunk the Sun.

I swam and I swam as only a drowning man can
but
there is no Kansas for me
I make no bones about it
that
living down here with
Davy Jones in the locker
without a key
is possibly
as **** as it can be
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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