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Dec 2016
Thursday trips the
switch on pain,
almost there,
won't come again

the lights are on
my eyes are not.

but Friday comes with its big guns
it's war and don't I know it
Thursday's just a little spat
I've realised that,
but trip
the switches
anyway.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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