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May 19
A hundred scents in a dollar?
wow
that's a smelly currency,
but in the land of the free
they can do as they please

in good old blighty
which used to be capital,
we still put a seashell
up to our ear
to hear
the latest news.

Sunday
dawn has not broken
it's just resting
testing the air for scents.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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