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Feb 14
Those restless limbs
torn
by future talk of psalms and hymns

they crooned and sighed
then crucified

Neighbours talking over the garden gate
headscarves high
late sixties on the council estate.

I'm going shopping
said Mum
and off she'd run to
catch the bus
which came at twenty past and twenty to
the hour.
I miss her.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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