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Feb 2017
So,
so and so was live five minutes ago
but
I find no evidence to support this claim.

Personally I think Facebook's playing a game,  
'Bring out your dead'

I heard no bell nor saw a cart which suggests perversely that there is a heart that beats out there.

It's after six
I wash
the
morning picks a number
but 'tis I who roll the dice.

Sister's fast asleep and my
coffee's on the perc'
just realised it's Sunday and
today there is no work


Back to bed then


Don't believe
the facebook jive,
I was not live
just
pretending.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
253
   Olivia Kent
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