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Jun 2018
Dreaming of an effigy,
Dante
always gets to me even in
sleep where I keep my
darkest secrets.

Magnetic pins to ***** my
conscience,
God always wins in
the end.

I see the far side
which looks to be a short
ride
from here.

If there really are Elysian fields
I would like a job in the garden
watching my arteries harden
even as daffodils bloom.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     luci and Terry Collett
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