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Apr 2017
A dollar to a dime
I do it
time
after time and
dine alone.

On my own is not too bad
a bit of time for reflection or
does that sound too sad?

Cant stay focused on the goal
not while I see fairies
dancing 'round the Maypole

the traffic's heavy on my mind tonight
I might have to slow down
or take Dexedrine,
took them before
one
long
long and longer time to
be lost in the dream.

Potcheen could be the cure
but there's fewer leprechauns
about today than there ever was
before,
a bit like Dexedrine
but not the same as
the dream or
Poteen.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
433
   Keith Wilson
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