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Feb 2013
One more Summer.

Then shorn of all reason..
..born..but for a season
and gone.
Dust.
Just an image in the flicker of time.
A line in a book we took as our own.
The memory of a home..
..only loaned for a while.
The smile on a face..
..in case we forget.
Yet, we'd do it again
We would go through the pain of it all..
..for that season
That reason
For life.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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