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Feb 2021
Sideways on Saturday
being
handcuffed to it and what
you say is what I dream.

Someone whispered in my ear
yesterday somewhere last year
sometimes I fear those
whispered words
but
the batteries in the hearing aid
are weak and somehow words just fade,

I am fading inexorably into the realms
of ancient history
I wonder who'll remember me and
will I even know myself?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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