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Jun 2018
In the proximity of an epiphany
and yet
they try to discredit me.

ideas pop up like methane gas from a lake
light one and watch it take me away.

you can keep your quantum leap
I'll just plod along,
a tortoise with a purpose and
for dinner I'll
eat lettuce,

the hare was here
jugged.

She looks and shrugs at me,
says,
another epiphany?

a fallacy to suggest that
she knows best, but
I know she does.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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