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Jan 2013
The day that was never forever will be
Trapped in the system somewhere inside of me.
And the long player spins.
The music begins.

The sounds of the years
Play light through my ears..caressing my heart
falling apart to rebuild 'til I'm filled
Full of tears.

In this surfeit of circuits
I cry
I'm not perfect..I wasn't made so
I go where the wind goes and flush into hedgerows
***** that I am.
Am I that man?

But the day that will be
Will see me made whole
Attaining some goal I have set.
I've not met it yet but I know that it's there
Waiting somewhere in the
Shadows.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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