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Jun 2014
The reflections that you see
in the river flowing slowly to the sea
are set free,
where the ocean meets the shore there you'll
find them by the score as
they shimmer in the golden sand,
and they look back at the stream where a man once held a dream
with a sadness.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     chimaera, --- and Lizabeth
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