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Feb 29
Some take time
some take their time.

In a forest at
my darkest
waiting for the day
to break.

There are always shadows
in the valley
lillies wilting
on the tomb
when sandstorms rage
across the desert
in this tiny attic
room.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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