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Apr 2021
Washed away the sweat of my day
and now I'm squeaky clean.

Out on the balcony and
the Sun playing games with me
if I squint I can see her halo.
There's a lot to be said for
saying nothing and keeping
the thoughts in your head
and
there is much to be said about
something but we sit back and
listen instead.
Winding down
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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