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Feb 6
Sleep plays hide and seek
but keeping my cool, I
found it underneath the stars
reflected in a midnight pool.

and today I wondered where I was
because I didn't know.

Night again, the same refrain,
owls that hoot at me
there's no escape however late
and that's how things will be
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Rick and Mack
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