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7d
That chariot race had no place being in my dream,
old Romans should not roam about *****-nilly
and I lost.

I don't dream like I used to
I think the colour's running out
the screen they're played on has turned  grey
I don't dream what I dreamed of yesterday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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