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Apr 23
At times when the daylight jumps in
through the skylight and night,
skedaddles through the floor
I can hear what I'm thinking,
also, I
hear her breathing which makes me
believe in
something more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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