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Feb 2017
The book of wells
like
the book of Kells
but
deeper.
( is that Irish? )

I fall into them
men
always do.

I ask for no quarter to be given
and I'm given a dime
time
to move on.

Seamless
we dream more
and
unconsciously
see more.

On the alpha wave highway
anyway's a good way
to go
except on a nightmare
and
everyone has one of them.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
178
   Phil Lindsey and Keith Wilson
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