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Mar 2019
Available?
absolutely.

Who's going to shoot
me a line?

This is a rehearsal
before the performance
I take my chance
and play to an
empty
auditorium,

Is this an audition
or just
a transitional state
I am in?

Reality never looks
real to me
it
must be something to do
with optometry
or maybe it might be
my ancestry.

either way whatever
reality never looked real.

Under the shadows of mountains
I watch sherpas who are all
wearing turbans
they seem a fine team of men
who reach to the top
stop
turn around
and come down again.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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