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Jun 9
It's just a crowd
not mad nor hastening
but ambling and taking in
the scenery

typically I am in a hurry
push past as I rush past,
and then I forget
where I was going,

who knows in
what order
the brain works?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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