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Apr 2017
A tent's over me,
oxygen?
could be
and tubes coming out
of my veins.

I
suppose Spain's out of the question?
the nurse nods her head and sends me instead
to a convalescent home
I wanted Benidorm
this is more like a reform
school

on my oath as a gentleman
I will not be getting
sick again,
but don't think that I think that
thinking being dead is a better option,
I don't think that I'd think that
at all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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