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Sep 2024
When the sky is washed blue
when the clouds are bleached white
and the light in your words shines out in your eyes
my heart and my soul and my whole being cries
for one more hour.
Sixty short minutes so I can show you and shower you
with love and those last sweet kisses.

My everything misses you
When the sky is washed blue.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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