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Jul 2016
From under the bed
two eyes pop out
red
a long stringy tail
a boat
with no sail

my toy box is crammed
with unusual things
rammed to the top
with what Santa brings.

I thought it was Christmas today
raining outside and
snow on the way.

But I'm awake now and know
where I am
a breakfast of toast and
strawberry jam
a *** of tea
two cups
only one for me
she
likes tea as well.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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