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Aug 2022
Nothing is quite right about
the day that sheds its light
or
the night in a terrible mood,

it could be me
seeing things that are not there
Seeing her in all the shadows
that stand still in the afternoon air
or
it could be nothing
and nothing
could be everything
that everything could ever be,

the song comes on,

' I see trees of green '

and someones shouts
you're in a forest
that's why.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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