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Jun 2014
The water looks on up to me as I look down
and I can see the future and of what will be,
I think the water quite cleverly, hides sorrows from the likes of me or being me, I might just take
the deep six in this placid lake.
I walk beside the water,riding on this thought, that,what the water saw is what I've always sought but did not know,
the water did and hid from me,quite foxily, and brushed away the questions that arise each day,in a way I understand that to understand, one must take the leap of faith and trust the water holds my weight,
I wait at the lake and take my time as much as time takes me to understand my destiny.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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