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Oct 2016
Like a blushing bride
she finds that she cannot hide
as each day comes in joyful and bright,

but it's dark at the mo'
as the night shuffles
I'll go
put on the light.

the bats in the trees
freeze
as the wandering polecat
slinks by

we all watch the sky
for one reason or another
waiting for day
to arrive.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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