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Feb 2021
Quasimodo
ringing bells in slo-mo
must be Sunday, so
I go back to bed.

Esmerelda
( is that the right way how I spelled her? )
always on the 'hurry-up'
brings me in a loving cup,

the bells continue to toll.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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