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Mar 2023
There's a cavalcade of clouds moving slowly across the sky, I've had my eye on them for quite some time, they cunningly change shape and they think that they are fooling me, but I see them and I know them, every single one of them,
the things men do when feeling blue, I do too.
not blue now though
and I still know
them all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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