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Aug 2014
These morning clouds glow pink as
they dance across the skating rink
of the waking sky,which turns a glassy blue,
a classy, sassy hue,each cloud winks hello
to me and
as I look up the sun sets free
the glory of the day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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