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Oct 2018
The curiosity
looks too much like me
'to be or not to be'
a coincidence.

It creeps suspiciously
silently, it is
almost next to me
and
the curiosity frightens me.

Even when I count to ten
close my eyes and open them
it's still there.

and more than curiously
its eyes are not on me
what it is
'to be or not to be'
I do not know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   sheila sharpe
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