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Aug 2014
You can stare
I don't care
You can jeer
I don't hear.
I'm on the inside,
the track
where I ride out
the pitfalls and catcalls.
The **** crows and
he knows
what time means, and will be,
meanwhile
all that you do is
stare,
stare at me,
I don't care.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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