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May 2021
Watching the patterns fall like raindrops on the wall, bedroom tunes on the window panes, Ovaltine, food for tired brains? well, it could be, but I have tea.
She, because
She is the one
puts the bedroom light on and the patterns disappear.
Rain but I suppose it has to.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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