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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Mar 2023
Still miraculous
I shall now turn this water into wine
fine then,
that never worked
and just when I had them
eating out of my hand.
'I met a traveller from an antique landΒ Β 'TSE'
she was hot
but fanned
by the winds of change
and
in my castle made from sand
I got hotter too.
I dream of these encounters,
chance encounters
brief encounters and
some
very strange encounters,
then I wake into a Tuesday
and no travellers to be seen.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)
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