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Nov 2018
It's nonsense to rely upon the time
when time has almost gone,
but we hunger for one moment more
that's just the way it is.

the young man at the coalface with
a face just like an angel
sees it from a different angle
as he climbs up worn down
cobblestones on the way home
for his tea.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Terry Collett
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