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Feb 2020
Avidly following the sword swallower
and still wondering where it goes.

I used to swallow my words
but I haven't done that in ages,

And it's not that I'm always right
more often than not
I've got it wrong.

When I was younger
I charmed a snake charmer
she
was a bit older,

the snake only wised up when it
curled up in her bed for the night
and found me coiled around ner.

stories for rainy days in Baghdad.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Aubrey
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