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Sep 2017
Remember that look?
the one that said 'up yours'
and '*******'
I do.

I carry that look in a Filofax
in case of panic attacks,

in a mirror at home I look
again at the look
and remember what it took
to give it.

Nothing is thrown out or
given away
especially that look,
it might come in handy
one day.

Blunt

but no more axes to grind
I have what I need
and if I need
I will find.

heartbreaking really so
deal me a hand from the
Devil's pack
give me four aces
and let me move back
to a time before
when I could see.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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     Matt Shade, S Olson and Keith Wilson
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