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Sep 2022
What we wish for may only bring more of what we wish for which might make us want more than what we wished for,

I stopped wishing and began hopingΒ Β which seemed slightly more promising, hoping that I could fish all those sixpences out of the well,

going to hell?
why would I?
already been
and
there's nothing there
that I've not already seen,

never got the sixpences back
wished I had.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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