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May 2014
Comes along an interlude where
the many thoughts I have are
thought upon,chewed up,spat out
and that's what thoughts are
all about.
The shuffle in the pack,thinking,things and,
going back,redealing,feeling something new,
thinking does those thing to you.

The interval is where I break,
where thoughts can gather and take up
the slack,knowing they'll
be coming back.

One day the interlude will last and all thoughts passed into the past will pass away,
I'm not thinking of that day,other thoughts get in the way and that's the way of it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Francie Lynch
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