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Jun 2017
The power shower
showered no power
over me,
it was water and
I expected it to be.

No surprise except for the
soap in my eyes,
but
it washes out quick,

slickly
I pick me
the best place to stand
flannel in hand
and
then the water runs cold
the gas has run out along
with my luck,
the
shrinkage is frightening
so
moving like lightning
I put the
emergency credit on
it costs a bomb
but
I like to
shower in comfort.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Kelly Rose and Ryan Holden
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