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May 1
We came this far
to find that we're still in the same place,
how bizarre.

treading water ain't no trick
walking on it,
now, that's slick.

But how far have we come?
same shadows, same sun!

We're running but the sand in the hourglass
runs faster.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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