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Mar 2014
Shadows come and then,
as the day goes on the shadows shorten and they're gone.
At midday when the shadows play alone,when the sun is high it is then I wonder where and why the shadows left me high and dry but later as the light burns low,
I know the shadows lengthen as the life in me begins to shorten and then,
at the turning of the night in men when each and everything comes 'back to black'
I stack each blessing one by one upon lost shadows, and like me those faded photographs are gone,
each memory of a snapshot day relived in shadows,come what may or what may come, each shadow has its moment in the sun and each sun will pass across the sky and I will wonder where and why
as my life shortens.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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