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Oct 2013
Eyes slowly closing
I'm off again
dozing,
relief from the day.

I wish I got paid for it,then I'd be fit for it,a bit of a kip,a slip into dreamland and slipping away from the cares of the day.
Lay here beside me and let me be your guide,let me show you the paths that I walk in my sleep.
How deep and refreshing a touch of regressing can be,
come let me show you,
let us explore then I'll know you
and you will also know me.

Shutting down
shutting down,I move my thoughts back to town,
down on the high road a travellers abode waits for me.
I see
long shadows in doorways,
short people take rest from the long days,
it all pays to be
a dreamer like me.
Where the sun lifts the lids and looks into my eyes, and I explain how I'm trying to hide in the pictures that float through my brain.
Where,
when the night finally looks in and I'm back in the game,taking one more miscast name, I shall call it my own
and the eyes slowly close as I once again doze
as I'm dozing my life far away.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   --- and Terry O'Leary
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