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Apr 2021
I must remember to remember to wake up from my slumber,
at times it seems it's all a dream.

I pinch myself, ( not something Fagin would have said ) to see if I'm awake.

Saturday and what a way to begin, the coffee's done or would be if I'd switched the percolator on, my eyes unpin, the light floods in, I see your face.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Jamadhi Verse
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