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Jul 2020
Some of us are still here
scrambling about on this sphere
hurtling through space
where time's just a face on the
universal clock.

Life is so good and
sobering or not we all got drunk
on that dream.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
  68
       vb, ---, Carterrae aunders and Weeping willow
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