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Jun 2019
I can hear them
begging for forgiveness
from a loveless God
and
they all cry the same tears
with the same fears
that were handed down
with the
covenant,

even as midnight changes
and the lamps flicker
they barter or buy
one more try.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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