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Jan 2021
They're only dark clouds,
but could be omens
of soldiers marching
off to war,

ah
the thunderclaps of Odin
that echo through Valhalla
ringing in my ears,

only dark clouds blown along
the wind imagining
of things they used to be.
doodles
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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         Carlo C Gomez, Riddhima and Jamadhi Verse
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