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Dec 2018
It's over and done with
and I should give thanks
to the colonels of catastrophe
and those of lesser ranks,

each makes a small division
in this life that's not my own
and takes up board and lodgings
in this body, I call home.

But as the satellites keep telling me
I am GPS acquired
monitored and mounted on my
own glass shard of spires.

I only dive in deep to
extinguish constant fires that
would relinquish me of life,
hard earned though it may be
it would be easy for me to lose.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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