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Nov 2019
She threaded her way into my smoke rings and
spoke signals which hung in the air,
in her neoprene tights she flexed through the nights, but
when I looked there was nobody there.
or something like that,
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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