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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Jul 2022
Bob
Those who built empires
dream now in the shadows of
church spires.
One day
we'll all be equalised
because every one of us dies,
what a helluva price to pay.
I think that I've had a win
if I can open my eyes
and begin
as I mean to go on.
At last,
the drawbridge comes down
the weekend's in town
and I have a seat for the show.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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