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Apr 2017
To wake a bit earlier
to see you a bit longer
when the daytime seems shorter
and the night wants forever

I count but lose track in the
bric a brac thoughts
of the number of ways that
our love grows.

She brings me back to the heart of things
where every one of her days brings me so
much joy,

If happiness is a game of chess
then she is the Queen .

I retire with dignity
to
play a bit
naughtily
after inviting her in
to the castle.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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