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Feb 10
Only She knows me like She knows me
and I know that She knows me so well.

Poetry and it's the sixties.

I miss the permissive society,
I miss the flowers and
wearing flared jeans,
I miss the intoxication
of incense and
Andy Warhol's tin of baked beans

but back in the sixties at fifteen
girls were a mystery to me
and the only permissive that I got
was a permission
to have some more tea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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