It’s going to be, that’s what I see
the question is just when?
I raise my pen and spill some ink
blots to blot out what I think.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.
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John Smallshaw's poetry
It’s going to be, that’s what I see
the question is just when?
I raise my pen and spill some ink
blots to blot out what I think.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.