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Oct 2013
Cowboys
There is the smell of cordite
a whiff of midnight in the air,
I stir two sugars in my tea
glad that's it's not me,
outside smoking bullets.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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