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Nov 2020
wake me when the tide has turned my
grey hairs a lighter shade,

white and laid out like a corpse
furloughed but with furrowed brow
wondering what the ***
and how did that
occur?

she says
something's in the air
and
I concur,

I used to conquer
but that was a
long time ago.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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