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Oct 2023
jeezus
they'll be picking up the pieces forever.

beaten and shaken
but
hoping for peace.

it feels like God abandoned the nest
and threw the baby out with the bathtub.

No one man is a Holy land
for
it takes many tribes.

See me,
I'm lucky
a million miles away
from that harsh reality,

but we never escape.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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