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Sep 30
In the most unlikely of places
in weather-beaten faces
in old battered leather suitcases
and sometimes we don't have to look
sometimes it's just there,
inside
waiting for us to realise
and to accept it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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