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Aug 2023
Acorns
fall frequently,
forests of oak
throwing caution
to the wind.

I throw a towel around me
and head to the bathroom,

the owl arrived
about four this morning
hooting out its warning
to the things that scurry.

Full steam ahead
isn’t that what they say?

I meander into the coming day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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