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Feb 2017
I used to write when a pen and ink were the tools we used
but
then I got cofused by predictive text
(which never worked then)
did it?

so now if there is a now or is it then? when I have this existential crisis
I have no pen to poke my eyes out or scribble words out or rip a scripture on papyrus,

there's just us
declining yet advancing
in our years
reclining in the armchairs
climbing up the
back stairs

I used to have shares in this
now
I'm a part of it


don't let them sell you **** and
call it jello,
that's my advice for
what it's worth
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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