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Jun 2013
She spoke in pigeon patois
but I knew what she meant as
she leant over me and I could see
what she wore next to her skin.
'Begin',
she said.

I began and I ran through the reasons why this was such fun
and she laughed
like a draft of fresh air that comes through a door
and I saw even more.

Her teeth gleamed pearl white in the red light of the harbour
my ship had come in.
and she said,
'begin'
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
500
   Roberta Day, --- and Pure LOVE
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