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Jun 3
As I look into her eyes
yesterday comes back alive.

I see
the meadows where we'd go
the river that ran slow

the light
the dark
and
we were there
in the park
the band played
and we stayed
for what seemed
an eternity.

She qualifies my
existence.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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