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Nov 2016
This is cute,
she weaves me into her ponytail
a lock locked into her.

It's nice if nice is the word to confuse and I use it
accordingly

she still weaves until the last of
Summer leaves me.

and I am that part of my woman
as she
is that part of me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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