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Sep 15
Revisiting the Outreach
and on the way
passing by the last chance cafe,
we
stop for a mug or two
having a chat
the way old friends do,
talk about the beach and
the Outreach Cafe
and the days that we stopped by
those days when we weren't high.

It's slow now and
that's the way things go now.

But we remember
when it felt like December in July

we moved on.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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