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Apr 13
Don't worry
it's only with my blood
that I'm crying.

Sunset and my sight is reddened.

There's a canyon in the badlands and
It's Montana that takes hold of my hands
to lead me in deeper.

Only in America
thank the Lord
for small mercies.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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