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Apr 14
Does the Sun rise when it’s cloudy
and if so how would we know?

Have faith said the vicar
who always moved quicker
when passing by Nero’s,
something to do with
what Romans’ used to do with
nails and wood,
but to be fair
the coffee is quite good.

I’m conferring with Merlin,
the wizard, not the engine,
trying to figure out
how to fly.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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