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Apr 2013
I want to play truant from this
Want to give it a miss and go down by the lake
Take off my kit and go in for a dip
I want to give this night the slip.

Disappear without trace
and just in case the night does have eyes
want to change my appearance
don't want to be caught by surprise.

I shall dive in
thrive in
the cold ink black.
Float on my back
breast stroke
butterfly
looking at the night sky
Can't think why
I would want any more
but to skip in and out
Along the long lake shore.

I want to play truant from this
want to kiss goodbye to today, bring on the night

I know why
my ears ache and my chest feels tight.

I'm being restricted
constricted
crushed by the rush of the daily plough
to the office and shop
I wonder how
they can live.

Give me my lake and the take that I have
on this fight
Give me my lake in the night
Give me a minute to make my escape
The truant can't take
any more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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