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May 2015
This lobotomy turns out to be not such a shock to me after all, I fall and I rise, sleep in my eyes, but the days work is done even though a new day has begun. This lobotomy, this excuse for me is going home — travelling to Stratford, London Borough of Newham from Tottenham Court Road London Underground Station.
1.15am on the way home so I penned this after a wee migraine attack the day before.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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