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Nov 2019
you may kiss the blarney stone if it makes you feel at home or
you can kiss your **** goodbye, ha, you laugh,
but some try and I have lots of time for those types.

Those B52’s are still dropping confusion
exploding the conscious
exposing corrosion,
but
no one talks of corruption!

I struggle along wondering if it went wrong, where?

The light shines through and I do know that you can see me,
some thing or some one preserves me
and that is what connects
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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