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Nov 2016
Eventually
or even before then
there will be a
reckoning.

When
will be for the Gods to decide.

I continue to ride in the slipstream of dreams
picking off cherries and that's not innuendo
or euphemism,
this is not rocket science or hypnotism
it's just a way to prepare for the forthcoming day.

From the firelight and shadows that play on the edges of darkness
someone prays for forgiveness
but there's nothing to fear
no demons live here
only me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  63/Here and now
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