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Sep 2021
Where do fallen angels go?
I wish you'd tell me because
I don't know and a voice
booms out,
'that's a lie'

so
I'm on my way then?
and to somewhere far below.

no worries,
I'm forever falling,
got so used to it,
perhaps it's my calling,

some are called to the bar
and some to the cloth,
but I have been called
like a moth to the flame.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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