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Jul 2014
In the midnight cafe where the smoke dances with steam
where I once had a dream of being the creme dela creme
when the day was still young and unbleached.
I sit sipping tea bought for me by the waitress
largesse it would seem but hardly the dream I once had.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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