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Feb 2020
On racing tarmac hot and black
moving forward going back
and time to set the record straight
before the night comes in and it's too late.

Mother passed away
four years ago today,
but when I say today
I mean tomorrow
which will be today, tomorrow
if you see what I mean.
( an old one but valid)

Anyway,
today or yesterday
it'll be
four years tomorrow
Mother passed away.

She's still here,
in spirit,
always.
Happy Birthday, Mum.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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