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Nov 2020
Slipping through the haze
a map of the maze of my days
in my pocket,
not looking at it,

searching for the new
rifling through the obsolete
finding things to do
just
slipping through the haze.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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