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Aug 2017
Write some verse
and
call it poetry,

an opportunity
to see what your
poetry
can do.

each confession a mission
to rid me of pain,
every line follows on,
a reminder to remember
again.

So we write out the wrong
if we can and become
better men
then we remember
the pain once again
and we write out some more.

I flow only upstream
adept at
fighting each dream
and the ripples are
mountains to climb.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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