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Aug 2014
Moving through to dance,
I tripped and fell upon romance
with you,
and you danced the
evening through as if you
knew this dance would never end.
A dance so slow as if we
hardly moved at all,as if the
ballroom floor was ours alone,
as if we cared,
you shared with me the magic
of your ministry,it almost
finished me but the symphony you
printed on my heart made
me want to dance once more
across
the ocean of the floor
with you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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