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Jul 2014
A sleeping dog I lay, among
the ashes of today with the
bitter taste of tomorrow on
my tongue,
if I bark no one will hear me no
one sees me or comes near me as
I lay among the ashes of today.
It's as if I don't exist,
I may as well be gone
I won't be missed
just another stray that's run away from the
ashes of today.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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