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Jan 2017
I get around to you
because
you asked me to,
then what did we do?

She accrues favours
like some get the gout.

Hurting is healing
she'll say,
and I guess that it's right
when we cry in the night
we can smile through the day

so it seems to be aΒ half dream,
like it comes
in instalments

fulfilment's like that too.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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