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Apr 25
I am dilly-dallying
when I should be
filling the blanks in
but somewhere in
this aimless wandering
the answers will be found.

I do not want it to be
that when I am breathing my last
that the answers I have sought
come thick and fast
what use is that to me?

She says,
time to get up.

There is little rest for the wicked.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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