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Nov 2018
I was waiting for that moment which they tell me keeps on giving
sieving seconds from the gills that I once wore beside my face,
but I learnt to walk, a biped
and shook the blueprints from the helix which was fixed above my head
which figured not in any outcome
I did not expect it to.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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