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Jan 2015
Tea stains on the table and
a wafer on the floor,
the balcony door is open,
what do I live here for?

No one cleans except for me,
to put it succinctly,
and.
In the sink a lonely cup
looks up accusingly.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   ---, Olivia Kent and Terry O'Leary
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