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Jul 2016
I uncurl from the ball

get out of bed and

totter off

down the hall into

the kitchen

in which in

I look for something

but I forgot

to jot that something down




Now

I look and feel just like

a clown.

no laughter




after all

I could have stayed in bed

curled in a ball.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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