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Jul 2014
The scatter of dreams
scattering shadows it seems that
rise,
open eyes and it's clear that
morning is here,
Summer has come,
I sit watching shadows run up the wall,
fall back and rise,
open eyes and they're gone.
I shatter what matters and scatter more dreams
and it seems like
yesterday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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