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Oct 2022
Tomorrow it'll be today
like
yesterday was today!
what a way to live
always in the infinite moment.

Climbing out of frame
and
growing into my name
then crawling back into the frame
forgetting my name,

if you're not there yet
don't worry
you will be soon

and if you don't get it
don't worry
you're not alone
in fact
you're never alone
in the shady glens
old folks home.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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