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Jan 2021
Steeping myself in slumber
and
going to do a number on
a dream.

Wizards.

Waiting for a spell is like waiting for a bus
they always come in threes,
buses on the road
and spells on the branches of magic trees.

She's in the mirror watching me in the mirror
watching her in the mirror watching me,
it's a game we play
the first one to blink makes the tea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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