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Apr 2020
Nowhere is the new in place,
the last time I was nowhere
nobody wanted to go there
and now everybody is where
I used to be,

Where's nowhere, you ask

nowhere's anywhere is my reply.

It's a bit like lonely but more cheerful
because it's homely and that's where
the heart is.

Dinner's cooking,
but I'm only smelling
not looking
because
I want it to be a
surprise,

she eyes me suspiciously
I'm used to that too.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   LB Parker, --- and ap
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