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Jun 2017
Look
no strings.

a
little victory
a
ship in the bottle
never at sea.

Dead or alive
each brings its own rewards.

and I'm in digital now
a fine
weave I believe,

a network
fine fretwork
and
it's okay by me.

Wednesday's that way
If you're heading that way
and that way's the only way
I swing.

Did you ever see or
stretch your imagination
to be
the bigger man?
to catch and embrace
that which you know is
the bigger plan
I did and do
you can too.

It all boils down to
a gooey syrup
don't be fooled by
the sweetness
the value
is not in the taste.

Anyway
it's
wirelessly Wednesday
and I'm tirelessly
beavering away
building a dam

seamlessly making
a man of the man.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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