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Feb 2020
The air tussles your hair and the winds sing in your ears,
fear's just a word like caution and they caution you because they fear,

when I was six or maybe seven I used to get on the swing and try to swing myself as far as heaven, ( because I believed back then that Jesus would save me)
he had other plans in mind,
years later I woke to find my childhood gone, the swings taken by the rag and bone man,

'a cunning plan?'
well
not really Baldrick,

( sorry, couldn't resist that )
and
that was always the problem.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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