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Nov 16
Really?
we spent it so freely
wasted it
really?

the reality is that it's time for time and as time runs out there is nowhere we can buy it,
and when we say that we're buying some time what does that mean?
it's just a pipe dream on a paper boat.

'there will be time' said Thomas, to finish off the conversation in some salon with friends and time to measure our responses until the final pulse.

But he says, why worry, take it easy, no need to hurry the words that will come anyway
on that other day when the clouds part we'll all start the journey again as we have done before.

the cat that has only nine lives picks at its claw as it watches the man who has so many more and spits on the box.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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