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Oct 2020
Watching clouds fall off the edge of
the window and wondering where they go.

If I raise myself slightly
I might see
that this is an illusion
and the horizon
is not on my window ledge at all,

that's the problem,
you'll say he's lazy
and I'll say that I am
a dreamer.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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