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Sep 2019
Apple green.


We blossomed in the orchard of summer and ripened on the trees of our youth and the truth is,
we can barely remember how sweet the days tasted
now that we've lasted so long.

it seems we only did as well as those apples that fell to the ground.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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     Bogdan Dragos and BLT
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