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Nov 2021
It was the bicycle wheel that turned me on my heels to go back and look,
slightly misshapen as if someone had taken a dislike to it,
the rest of the bike was with it although not as interesting as
the wheel which had some spokes missing, 'mind the gap' ha, the dentist has been.

I felt the tyre, it was tired and worn, barely noticed the saddle which was leather and torn, but the wheel, I had a feel for that, it felt to me like a life gone flat and yet still capable of movement

and all this in a moment,
reflecting in a minute
a wheel that made me
spin around.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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