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May 2019
These are the strangest of times,
hopscotching our way through
carefully laid mines,
shelled by the left, machine gunned
by the right,
some might think it a war,
that's a fact
being constantly attacked,
it's no fun being on the other end
when the other end's a gun.

These are the strangest
of times.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
97
   Jamadhi Verse
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