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Oct 2023
As if it's the air that hangs uneasily
I feel the pressure and it's squeezing me
the day brings no relief to me
my children think they're fireworks.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Ken Pepiton and G Alan Johnson
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