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Sep 2019
Blades of..but wait
blades are not allowed,
a crowd of..but wait,
those are daffodils

he talks and says,
are you stalks?
which is a question
therefore he asks,

On a sea of green
I have often been
swallowed at dawn,
and I wonder,
does grass yawn?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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