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Sep 2023
The shadow on the ceiling trickles slowly down the wall then moves across the carpet on the floor and out into the hall, to the door already open and disappears into the night and you wonder if it's really there or is it something that just might, but you fall into the crack that reappears into the dawn and just before you wake into the day that shadow is reborn and the circle that you thought was gone is suddenly redrawn,

if in the dreaming do we come alive or is it that we die
do we think of yesterday, do we think of apple pie
do our friends come out to see us
or do they come to see us off
and if it's off we go, to where?
because I'd really like to know
the Autumn snuggles
up to us and
snow is on the way
and again you find
you're waking up
into another
day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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