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Nov 2014
Sitting on the grass
watching buzzards as
they pass,
they're watching me
wondering when.
Let them wonder as I wander far from here and
clear my mind and
in the clearing there I see her.

She waits and has been for so long
as I have waited for this moment to belong
to something greater than I see,
she greets me with a smile, a
'golly gee and glad you came'
to the buzzards it's all the same but
it means the world
to me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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