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Mar 2017
The heart if this city still has one beats to the sound of mutterings down here on the underground.

Nothing can be taken away
not now
not yesterday and
tomorrow will come
come what may.

For the living life goes on
in an orderly fashion
that's what we do,

chaos has no place hereΒ Β 
we do not fear
fanatics.

There's always an element
of discontent
from a small contingent
and that's what this is

taken to extremes.

These are not nightmares
or daydreams
though sometimes it
seems
that they are,
this is the moment
taken too far

Advice

Keep your chin up and
at the same time
tuck your head in
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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