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Oct 2013
I wonder where she goes each night,through the square then turning right and being swallowed by the fading light,
I wonder where she goes.
I wonder if she knows I'm watching her, as she goes off across the square and if she does,does she care that I know she wanders off each night to go,
but where?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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