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Sep 1
I saw September in a dream or it may have been my reflection looking out at me from the mirror of a stream,
either way it was September I saw
and here it is again
promising rain,

seeing September again
someone singing that September again
and
it feels like this September's the same
as the ones that gone before it.

In a folder on my computer
the line reads
you're getting older

I shall reboot her.
there's obviously a bug.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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