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Nov 2015
The day begins
its overture
caressing me
but I'm not sure I
want to stay.

My mood starts on a swing
up and down,
doing that thing
I hate.

Depression's ****
some relate to it
some do not
others have got
it all the same,
but by any name
the overture
is the
time when
I become unsure
of
how to handle it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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