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Apr 2020
Who was it tried to tell you
when the bells were tolling for you
and Quasimodo yelled to warn you
of the fire which was to come?

Distanced angels
displaced devils
kept apart from congregations
were unconscious in the morning
when the ambulances came.

If it comes to anything at all
to show us how the mighty fall
then Jericho would win that prize,

I shut my eyes and go to sleep.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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       --- and Carlo C Gomez
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