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May 2023
I thought it was Bethlehem or was I in Rotterdam? it could even be Potsdam, turned out it was Nottingham and the Sheriff was hot on my heels, alarmingly or alarming to me that feels like you're breathing out words in my ear and all this and more when the Sheriff's so near

oh dear.

he
dreams in black and white
because a colour license costs more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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