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Sep 2017
It looks familiar
have I been here before
did I wear the same clothes
is this what I wore?

It's like a film on reels
repeating
or that's how it feels,
a revolving door and
a somebody kneels
to pray
is that me?

Quite easy to be
if you're nobody
it's only the somebody's
that have to go on.

Early is when
men don't care,
the world isn't in here
work is out there
and the reels keep on
spinning.


It could or it was
I question
because
I don't know

Getting old
becoming slow
where I used to come
I no longer go,
but it all looks and it is
familiar to me
remorseless like the waves
on an ever changing sea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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