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Jun 2018
When the light is dipping low and her eyes begin to glow
I find the safest place to go and that's with her.

When a dream drifts slowly in and the world begins to dim
and the night opens a door through which I slowly amble
through, I'll be
meeting you there on the other side

The evenings call to me
to set me free
from all the worries of the day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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     Cné, sheila sharpe, --- and Traveler
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