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4d
As foretold or so they tell
the stars imploded and then they fell,
I dwell in the hope that they will reappear
before December or early next year.

It rained today
or perhaps I cried.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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