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Jun 2023
Thought I heard a stream burbling
but realised it was a baby burbling
and the stream gurgling was in
my imagination,

these things
are sent to try us,
well
I've tried me for years and years
and I still don't fit into myself.

more imagination seems to be
the baby or the stream
that burbles or gurgles in me,

now,
I have to lie down and think about this
which saves me from doing anything else.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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