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Oct 23
We limber up
then
clamber up
to clutter up
and
put the shutters down.

She takes tumbles
like I take tea,
often.

When you open up a chatterbox
don't expect
Jack,
unless you are expecting Jack.

My mind flits
if minds can flit,
seldom
still.
Thirteen minutes after four.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  63/Here and now
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     Cyan, David Hilburn, Silverflame and AmiΓ¨nne
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