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Oct 2017
When time was called
or perhaps before,
after the bar stool
turned into the floor,
when the doorway to
the highway
was the only way to go
and I didn't know
who
I was anymore.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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