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Apr 2019
There's no romance to living under the stars
no songs were written for you.

Cold and damp and they'll call you a *****
though you haven't walked far for a while.

and while we're on the subject
they'll say there is no prospect
of anything changing soon.

Under the moon, they may be,
but inside the man is a baby
crying for help.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Terry Collett
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