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Jul 14
Can't see what they're singing
but I hear them
birds bringing in the daylight
and here am I
winging it
as if daylight's my birthright.

So what if I'm not as bright as a button
or as sharp as I could be
nothing can touch me.

She
sleeps on
even though the night has been and gone
I leave her to dream

I may be dreaming too
this whole episode being watched on pay per view in some distant galaxy
but it doesn't worry me
and if it's true
it shouldn't worry you
we're all stars that shine.

And if I am dreaming
I'm putting a triple cream in my coffee
which is equal to
about a quarter of a calorie.

I wonder if silence is the question?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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