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Aug 28
Postcards on the sideboard and all wishing that I was here,
then here I shall be.

She tells me
you're not and never have been here,

but I've been there
running my fingers through her hair
wondering where She'll lead me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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