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Apr 2017
Let's cry our tears at what it cost
shed our skins at what is past
and go on, forwards,
so long, see you later
I'm just a waiter at the table
of fables
salient facts
attack us all.

I want to cry with the blueberries
take sherry
with the Marchioness
it's not going to be
and she
knows it.

I am watching the shadow
bound into escrow
the sale follows on.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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