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Sep 2013
She gave me lucky heather and I crossed her palm with silver,
from that day on
I could do no wrong
I had the golden touch
and no matter how much I looked for her to share a little of what I won
she appeared to disappear without a trace
but I won't forget her wizened face or pale blue eyes
and therein lies the tale.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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