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Jul 2014
I make my bed
thoughts of being homeless
rising in my head
but on the cardboard underneath
the polythene
I can dream of being a King,
not of the road but of a realm,
at the helm
of my ship.

The captain trapped in
circumstance.
Check out 'the house of St Barnabas' on facebook, moving the homeless up the ladder.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent, --- and betterdays
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