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Aug 2022
It is not the kiss of death we fear
any more than the truth
that it'll soon be here,

we escape into the backdraft
of an aircraft
blown along the runway
and like a runaway we are
always thinkingΒ Β of home
and She,
wherever She may be
is where my heart is.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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