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Nov 2018
She was drinking whiskey
when I asked
how much she'd missed me
and in five seconds which it took
to pour another
I wished her luck
and said farewell.

Too many monkeys
make much more
than a circus and
though I adore her
I can't be there
as her clown.
Not my life but it could have been
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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   ashley lingy
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