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Jun 2017
I often cut myself on
'Occam's razor' and
in the future I'll be sure to
burn myself by listening in
on
Occams Laser
which
is self evident,
but not to me

I
in space
looking for
the easiest place
to park a star.

Where the light is
the night is not,
of that
I used to be sure,
but
Monsters
cured me of the notion
that bumps and grinds
are equal to devotion,

just going through the
motions
like the river to the
oceans and
I drown
each time I see
'Occam's razor'
flash
before me,

The solution and the easy way
is take one day at a time
until time disowns me
and then
I'll complain all the way
to the cemetery.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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