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May 2017
I feel it now as I felt it then
when I knelt before the sepulchre
the sculptured face
carved from cold stone
so alone.

So long is such a long time
and a long time takes
so long.


I am no rock,
no island
here.
there is
only the fear of what
is to come.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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