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Dec 2015
There are angels in Acapulco
so
it might be the night before Christmas,
but I don't really know,
my blood moves like treacle
my thought process
slow.
If it is and I'm here
I need to get into gear,
moving on.

The miracle starts at a quarter to four
turning the key in the lock
and closing the door
moving on.

Anyway any day is a good day
Christmas Eve or not for a
tiny tot
of ***,
moving on.

This year,
they painted the snow on
the top of
Mount Kilimanjaro,
global warming
dontya know,
moving on.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Terry Collett
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