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Oct 2017
Sleeping policemen
not all of them
in the road
but
all of them
somewhere.

I slept once on a bale of hay
slept the whole of the night away
until the day and two field mice
nibbled at me,
still,
it was nice
to remember.

I don't sleep now or not too much
such a short time left before I touch
the finishing line.

Time's a funny old thing
lots of it when you have it
and not enough of it
when you don't
a
bit like money
but
you don't need that as much as you need time
when there's not much time to go
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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