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Apr 18
Someone left the light on or perhaps it's that the night's gone and the day has broken in.

I was in a dream but I'm not sure whose,
the thing is one cannot choose who dreams of who, but there I was.

Thank the Lord the morning came
because I was bored with the weird little game that the dream had me play,
but to be honest it wasn't all bad,
I've asked to go back on Saturday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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