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Oct 2016
Horus without his eyes could see
the lies that told untruths to him
but
felt the seed grow deep within that
pinned hope to his heart
and sin?
the many or the few
knew what the riddle was,
the sphinx not being one of them.

I was one among the many men who
travelled chaotic in the now and then it
always came back to some beginning.

Legend has it that,  but legend always did
apart from that which Arthur hid
and who knows where?

I skip
I prance to lead myself
a merry dance
at times it seems
the thing to do.

Horus knew
and now
I do too
you only have to see.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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