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Aug 2023
We stand as a beacon in a sea full of sirens
willing the sailors to the harbour and home.

Of course
it's the seas in me that drive my passions
but the tide turns as so do the fashions
and I fear what the future or fate may bring,

she sings to me silently through eyes that
flash brilliantly and I am brought
to the edge of this world where I drift
blessedly into her arms.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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