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6d
Daylight looms
weaves into me
and I rise
sleepily.

No crying
I'm a baby no more
the last of my childhood
disappeared through the door
and She
and She
builds me up
and says
fancy a cup?

ha
I know what I fancy

wonders if there's a chance
he
tries his luck.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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