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Jul 2019
When the sun sets on this heathen
you'll find
he never quit believing
that his mind would roam
forever in the mountains,
dancing light upon the heather
where the dew will form the
diamonds in your eyes as
you remember.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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