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Oct 2019
I saw a man that looked like me
and he
saw a man that looked like him
and both of us began to grin,
slightly frightened,
what ould this mean?
was it in fact a dream?

the man that looked like me
winked as I blinked
or
it may have been
the other way around.

very peculiar.
just scribbles on tablecloths
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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