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Mar 2018
If you don't kiss her
you'll never know
how much you
will miss her
if you don't kiss her
every day.

I have fought my wars
in the foxholes of scars
that the knives left behind.

She doesn't mind me
and leaves me alone
while
I find me
and my thoughts at the last
will be this,
did I kiss her?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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