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May 2013
And...
She
stands so high above me
but she loves me
and I don't complain
but I can't explain why
she loves me
just a guy
but I love her.

Everything she does is for a reason
some things I don't understand
but there's a season for this
it's called utter bliss
and I'm in midsummer
somewhere between youth and the coming of age
she sets the stage
I am under direction.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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