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Feb 2019
You can feel your hands
when they're numb and
that sounds plum loco
which is something I know
a lot about.

People in Parkas and duffle coats,  woolly hats and the man in the corner taking notes, it's all
a bit surreal

I still feel my hands even though it's chilly
and I'm wondering will he
ever stop writing?

He might in
a day or two
If the weather changes
and the skies turn blue.

Rehearsal?
that's what this could he
a try out for the 'City'
or it could be the real deal,

I can still feel
my hands.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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