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Jan 2017
I can be early or late or
I can go faster and hear my
heart palpitate,
I can drool as you wind me around
your spool,
drop lasers on ice cream where
light shows
in a dark dream

I can time out
jump in
stick pins in my eyes and see stars

or I could finish my coffee and quit
murdering these words

hip hip it's Friday
I will
slip into gear for the
weekend is here.



last thought.


a life sentence must be worth reading.
If we are as crazy as society says we are then there is little hope left.
when madness is on the curriculum it's time to close down the schools
but what would I know about any of this?
I'm just a scribbler of lines.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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