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Dec 2016
It possesses you
depresses you
but you're
Morecambe rock
through and through.

I approach the trough of
Bowland
Northwest lowland.
but
high land and
wooded too

new ideas spring to mind
yet
like the branches
of a tree
I unwind into a
Winter sleep

ideas will keep
they always do.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Mark Tilford
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