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Nov 2023
They were at a monument
or a mausoleum but I couldn't
really see them
they were more of a suggestion

too much blue cheese and
port
a touch of indigestion
and that was millions of
dreams ago

I question
my own sanity.

They come back now and then
as if to torture me
but therapy taught me
to ignore them.

they're still there though.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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