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Nov 2020
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a code in which to find in me,
secrets
etched deep into the binary,

she reads me, Tennyson,
but she reads me too,

there below the zero
I go
hand in hand with the one.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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