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Jan 2017
Tilt,
another guilt
and
one more rosary
will finish me.

I've done with Salome,
she's the dancer
who knows me
too well.

Skipping out on my bond,
let the bondsman come find me
he'll find only Salome,
dressed in her veils.

The church bell
rings solemnly

I pray that eternity
is quieter
than this,
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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