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Jan 2017
Everyone's in a bad mood
blame it on fast foods
slow traffic
and no tubes,
but
it's not my problem
although
I often solve them

today
I can't be fussed,
rushed like the rest of them
and
dashing young men turning old
before my very eyes
(sighs into his chicken soup)
on the bus now
in a book

nothing more can worry me
I'll get home and
she
will make it all
alright.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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