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Apr 2017
Fourteen fourteen
billowing in between
the sails,
tailspinning on a voyage
at sea.

fourteen fourteen
to get
home and be free.

The sextant tells me in
degrees
my longitude or my latitude
somewhere out on the seas

if only there was a sextant to
tell me
where in my life I am.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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