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Jan 2017
A streamer hangs down lifelessly,
the party is over for you
and for me
the ice cream has gone
the candies have too
all that is left
is
me holding you
and the party is over
we
had lots of fun
we danced in the moonbeams
and ran through the sun

we tasted so much
touched even more
it's time to go home now
time for
closing the door.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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