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May 2013
I sit passing time wondering why
I see time passing me by
an optical illusion?
delusion?
confusion reigns in the house of no names
and time does play games with me.

It's only time
it's only time
and if it passes by that's fine
but I wish it would spend time with me
a minute would do
a second or two.

But time blew on the dandelion clock
In shock I stood
blood ran cold
before I knew it
I was old
it's only time
it's only time and if it passes me by
well that's fine.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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