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May 2017
What is so important beyond
the end of my own nose
that I must look and see?

this extrovert is not so green
I came, I saw, I looked,
I've seen,

the report will say
not much to see,
nothing of import'
to me.

Of course,
if I open the door
there'll be so much more
perhaps too much, I
dare not see

thankfully
there's always the
periphery

I stand between the side lines
which is hopefully
somewhere in the good times
and
the game goes on.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Ryan Holden and Keith Wilson
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