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Mar 2017
Poverty and destitution,
through these doors
a Dickens institution

you can
stay at home
where your life's your own
or come inside and
take a ride
down unlit streets
on unmade beds
between
***** sheets.

he who meets himself
beware.

I too have had a share
have been there
empty
stomach
empty mind
empty
everything I find was empty
is empty,
excuse me
I'm hungry
can't separate the present from
a former state
but
at any rate
this is the institution.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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