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Jun 11
A rose by any other name
beware of her thorns
She'll make you feel pain
the kind of pain that'll make you feel
that you'll never feel pain so sweet
again.

Tuesday and?
what did you expect
that rose in Spanish Harlem?

and who remembers that anymore
when you can buy them
a dollar a dozen
at the Walmart next door.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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