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Jul 2013
I dreamt the morning rose within her eyes
and sun shone from her finger tips,
her lips were lightning tight
as electric as they were last night,
and did I really dream all this
is that,
the kiss of death for me to only see her when I sleep?

They say,
'a little of what you fancy does you good'
I could go with that idea
if only I could see her
once again.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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