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May 15
We saw waves crash against the shore
an orchestra played
and in black and white films
we knew they were getting laid.

All very quaint

and then when the music stopped
and the sea became calm
arm in arm
they would walk along the beach

in the old days
they had such nice ways
of telling a story.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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