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Oct 2016
It's nothing but a courtyard where they play hard and that's not to hard for an old soak
you don't feel it the way that you used to feel it

it feels like a skin's peeled away and some new growth quite tender is coming through.

growing pains? and it's a pain growing up,
do we allΒ know that to be a glass ceiling truth?
we do and we doΒ it because we have no say in it
so we face it and it places us at odds with our natures,

it's nothing but a courtyard which is the playground of
frogs, dogs and mad Gods and they all want a piece of me,

history will show but never enough
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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