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Jul 2019
He was penny book thin and the wind would have won him away if he hadn't been weighted down,

He waited in the cracks that appeared in old walls
and wrote messages to loved ones on toothpicks,

a strange man indeed in need of a good feed,

one day he just thinned right away, vanished and no one
was astonished at this astonishing occurrence.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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     Riz Mack, Khoisan, multi sumus and ---
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