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Apr 2015
that's the thing,
the way
that we make
the pendulum swing
the swish when it cuts
through the air,
when it goes and comes back
to where it began.

Across the bridges that sigh and
in the blink of an eye, she
is transported to be courted
the old fashioned way and
that's the thing,
the way
that we make
the pendulum swing.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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